Birds Flying High You Know How I Feel Michael Buble の小説・ストーリー

I muffle-moan, shaking violently as I finally reach my goal. I am flying. I'm soaring. I'm high. I must be high.

She looks alone, and cold just like me, but then it flew away in the dark, vanishing from there; My heart began to say as I started to sing: " Butterfly, Butterfly, How do you fly? Teach me one day... I want to fly away... fly away. Every time you sing, everywhere you bring, The joy of life... Teach me one day... I want to do that way... do that way... Every time I looked at you, You fly in the sky, No one can reach up to you, You are too high. Across your heart, across the part

Goodnight night. “Little goddess.” Without looking, I answered him, “Yes, Michael?” “Feel like kissing the stars?” I smiled to myself and stretched my wings out. I simply fell forward. Gliding through the air just above the forest. Seconds later, Michael and Adrian flanked me. Michael below and Adrian above me. His wings were so dark they blended with the night sky. He was a natural at flying like he always had wings. We flew higher and higher across the night sky, chasing each other, weaving in and around, soaring high, and free falling. Bathing in the moonlight, kissing the stars

Don't know why I'm scared just to take a chance, While I'm just standing here. Like a bird, I'm free to fly, Spread my wings and live my life. Like a bird, I'm up so high, Out of the cage, it's my time to shine. Like a bird, I'm free to fly. So tell me, tell me, why don't I? Her voice was the only sound in the entire yard. They felt that even the slightest noise would ruin the masterpiece. She finished singing, but the small crowd seemed oblivious.

"Skylar, no matter what happens tonight, trust me, okay?" 'Trust you? I'll trust that you'll sell me for a good price,' I pondered. I sneered inwardly, but outwardly, I nodded obediently. "Jules, do you love me?" Jules paused for half a second and avoided the question. He casually took my hand. "Let's go." … The convoy drove through the bustling city center, heading toward the suburbs. This was not the road to a high-class club, nor to a private manor.

I scream in exhilaration. He grins. "You might want to close your mouth while in the air, or..." Something flies into my mouth, making me cough and choke. It's probably an insect, dust, or a feather from a bird. "Or that might happen," he completes with a soft laugh. The sky opens up around us, a vast expanse of blue and white, and I can't help but marvel at the world from this height. The sensation of flying, of being weightless and free, is intoxicating. Valen's wings beat rhythmically, carrying us higher and higher.

Listen to the rhythm of my heartbeats, The morning never meets the night there. Let’s together we fly and go there. I have brought the wings let's fly. Let’s go there, let’s go to make love. We both go to that place.

Isabella yelled. I snapped back to my senses. "Eh, Isa, I don't know how to fly!" I said while scratching my nape sheepishly. "What?! This is..." "How about I ride on your back?!" I said excitedly. "Sigh... What can I do? Hurry!" she relented. I squealed with inexplicable excitement and leaped onto her back. Isabella flapped her wings and flew upward. "Wow!" I exclaimed the moment we were up above. The sacred land was even more enchanting during the night. It was so vast and seemed endless.

I don’t care that I’m more than likely hurting him, pulling his hair, pushing him into me, doing whatever I can to reach a point so high I’m almost positive I’ve never been there before. My legs begin to shake, and his fingers find their way back inside me, and I’m pretty sure I’m trying to smother myself with his pillow, because I don’t want to get him kicked out of this apartment building by screaming as loudly as I need to scream right now.” “All of a sudden, I feel as if I’m up in the air, flying. I feel like I could look down and there would be a sunrise below me. I feel like I’m soaring. I’m . . .

I feel myself being drawn to her, drawn to the words that she is speaking. The air in the room begins to feel comforting, like the air in summer as I’m flying through the clouds. As I think it, I feel the coolness of the clouds on my wings, before the warmth returns, as if I’m truly flying. My body is flying higher and higher until I can no longer see the ground. I hear her words, floating on the wind. “Go in peace. Be free of the confines of this life.” I hit a barrier, as if something is keeping me from flying higher. I want to go, want to go to the place that promises freedom from this world.