Land Under Heaven

Leaving is not gone,
Staying is not here,
You may still see your crying face,
After you wash away your tears,
Nothing left is here,
Nothing here is gone,
So take your crutch and heal soon,
You have firm land to travel on

Take all of these rainstorms,
Their shadows turn to sun,
You will walk upon their beams,
Until falling can't be done

It is a land under heaven,
For an angel without wings,
Dark clouds may conceal you,
Just forget about those things,
Move forwards and not backwards,
For your back's weighed down by tears,
But the roads ahead are dry and vast,
Just fly right up and peer