The sky is the place I yearn for, the stars so close to me. Every time I mount the Griffin, as long as I'm willing to flap its wings with it, everything seems within reach.
On many a silent night, I would soar into the high sky, keep flying, through the clouds above, and all the way into the moonlight over the Duchy of Englands.
But I am not satisfied with only flying at night.
At night, many things can't be seen clearly.
Darkness, cold silence, no applause.
I long to fly towards the blue sky, yet just as the dawn is about to break, my father stops me.
I asked Richard, "Why?"
At that time, my father always shook his head and said, "It's not possible during the day, there are too many eyes watching you then."
My father also said, "You will eventually walk with the clouds, but until then, you only need to wait quietly."
I kept that sentence in mind, waiting all the time.
