The story goes on
Driving in a roller coaster
I begin to fly
I soar in the air
Finally I am landing
Contact is there
Will I ever find the way
I crossed a river
Ended as usual on the far open ocean
I nearly dropped down with my boat
My little ship
Made of wood
Hand-made
Built with the remainders I had
It was completed
Hold me
Touch me
Heal me
Feel me
I'm swimming overseas