聚是一团火，散是满天星

The morning breaks across the ridge,
The valley catches fire.
A line of color lifts and leans,
Each wing a rising wire.
The ground grows small beneath our feet,
The whole horizon sings.
We came up here with separate names;
The wind gives us our wings.

One by one, then side by side,
We paint the blue as we climb.

A thousand colors rising,
A thousand hearts awake.
Every shade against the sunlight,
Every path the wind can take.
We’re alive beneath these open skies,
We’re alive in everything—
A thousand colors rising,
Hear the whole wide mountain sing.

Red and yellow, green and blue,
A moving constellation.
Someone laughs across the air;
The sound needs no translation.
There’s a world beneath the clouds,
There’s a world above the trees.
For this moment, all we need
Is room to ride the breeze.

One by one, then side by side,
We paint the blue as we climb.

A thousand colors rising,
A thousand hearts awake.
Every shade against the sunlight,
Every path the wind can take.
We’re alive beneath these open skies,
We’re alive in everything—
A thousand colors rising,
Hear the whole wide mountain sing.

No two wings the same,
No two lives alike;
Still we meet above the earth,
Still we share the light.

A thousand colors rising,
A thousand hearts awake.
Every shade against the sunlight,
Every path the wind can take.
We’re alive beneath these open skies,
We’re alive in everything—
A thousand colors rising,
Hear the whole wide mountain sing.

A thousand colors…
Rising.

We came from different roads and towns,
With days and dreams that weren’t the same.
Then on a hillside, under blue,
The wind brought every color through.
One wing rose, then another climbed;
The whole wide sky was yours and mine.
No one had to ask who we were;
We knew each other by the air.

And when the earth fell out of view,
The sky became a place we knew.

When we gather, we burn bright;
When we part, we become the stars.
Every color in that sky
Still shines on in who we are.
Though the wind may draw us wide,
Though the miles may leave their mark,
When we gather, we burn bright;
When we part, we become the stars.

Some teach the young to trust the wind;
Some read the clouds and bring us in.
Some guard the roads, some cross the skies;
Some chase a dream no chart can guide.
A thousand lives, a hundred ways,
One love that brought us to that place.
And every wing that filled the blue
Was someone’s own, and someone true.

The years may turn the roads we take;
They can’t undo the light we made.

When we gather, we burn bright;
When we part, we become the stars.
Every color in that sky
Still shines on in who we are.
Though the wind may draw us wide,
Though the miles may leave their mark,
When we gather, we burn bright;
When we part, we become the stars.


Some still climb toward the thermals;
Some have folded up their wings.
Some are finding different blue skies;
Some are learning what life brings.
But when the evening lights the ridgeline,
And the first stars come in view,
I don’t have to look too far to know:
A little of that sky is you.

When we gather, we burn bright;
When we part, we become the stars.
Every color in that sky
Still shines on in who we are.
Though the years may draw us wide,
Though the miles may leave their mark,
When we gather, we burn bright;
When we part, we become the stars.

We burn bright…
We become the stars.

I could know you by your colors
Before I ever saw your face.
One bright curve above the ridgeline,
One familiar turn of grace.
Every wing held its own story,
Every line was drawn by hand;
Different dreams beneath the fabric,
All of us could understand.

It was never just the view;
The sky was full because of you.

Every wing has a name,
Every color has a story.
Every heart that joined the air
Left a little of its glory.
Though the picture holds us still,
Though the years may rearrange,
Every wing has a name;
And every name still means something.

Some were learning, some were teaching,
Some had crossed the world to fly.
Some came carrying quiet courage,
Some just came to touch the sky.
You made a picture out of friendship,
Set our colors in the blue.
When I look at it, I’m looking
At the best part of what we knew.

It was never just the view;
The sky was full because of you.

Every wing has a name,
Every color has a story.
Every heart that joined the air
Left a little of its glory.
Though the picture holds us still,
Though the years may rearrange,
Every wing has a name;
And every name still means something.

I may not fly beside you now;
I may not know your every road.
But I remember how your colors
Made a sky feel like a home.

Every wing has a name,
Every color has a story.
Every heart that joined the air
Left a little of its glory.
And if distance changes where we are,
It can’t undo the frame:
Every wing has a name;
And I remember every color.

Every color…
Every name.

The summer kept its promises
In the warmth along the stone.
We waited for the air to rise,
Then watched the clouds move on.
The launch-site grew familiar;
The years grew quick and strange.
One season, we were all up there;
The next, our lives had changed.

No slammed door, no final call—
Just the light moving across the wall.

Those were the last thermals of summer,
Or so it seemed to me.
The wind kept moving through the valley;
We were learning to let be.
Nothing beautiful is wasted
When the season has to turn.
The sky keeps what we gave it;
The heart keeps what it learned.

Some weekends filled with other things;
Some wings stayed folded tight.
The group chats grew a little stiller,
Then flared again some nights.
I used to think a thing was over
When it no longer looked the same.
Now I know a fire can travel
Without keeping one old flame.

No slammed door, no final call—
Just the light moving across the wall.

Those were the last thermals of summer,
Or so it seemed to me.
The wind kept moving through the valley;
We were learning to let be.
Nothing beautiful is wasted
When the season has to turn.
The sky keeps what we gave it;
The heart keeps what it learned.

If I meet you on another road,
If we meet beneath another sky,
I won’t ask the years to give us back
The way we used to fly.

Those were the last thermals of summer,
But summer isn’t gone.
It lives in every life we lifted,
In every road we’re on.
Nothing beautiful is wasted;
Every season leaves its turn.
The sky keeps what we gave it;
The heart keeps what it learned.

The heart keeps what it learned.

You’re back to early trains and city streets;
I’ve got a different day ahead.
Some are watching skies for work;
Some are raising kids instead.
Some still take the winding road
To where the launch winds rise.
We’re carrying our own lives now,
Under different skies.

We don’t have to stand in one place
To remember what we made.

Different roads, same sky,
Different miles, same light.
Wherever you are waking,
You’re somewhere in my mind.
We don’t have to fly together
For the bond to carry on;
Different roads, same sky—
And we’re still moving on.

The champion still chases something;
The teacher helps new wings unfold.
The ones who keep the crossings safe
Have stories yet untold.
And every one who dared to dream
Beyond the life they knew
Is taking all that open air
Into whatever comes anew.

We don’t have to stand in one place
To remember what we made.

Different roads, same sky,
Different miles, same light.
Wherever you are waking,
You’re somewhere in my mind.
We don’t have to fly together
For the bond to carry on;
Different roads, same sky—
And we’re still moving on.

When the evening turns the windows
Into mirrors of the stars,
Think of all the open distance
That never made us far.

Different roads, same sky,
Different miles, same light.
Wherever you are waking,
Keep your own horizon bright.
We don’t have to fly together
For the bond to carry on;
Different roads, same sky—
And we’re still moving on.

Different roads…
Same sky.

Some came from cities, some from hills,
Some carried work into the weekend.
Then we stood beneath the open blue,
Strangers with a sky in common.
A wing unfolded in the morning;
Another answered from the ground.
Before the day had found its voice,
The wind had drawn us all around.

Different lives, one rising air;
For a little while, we all were there.

We had the sky we shared,
We had the wind between us.
A thousand ways of getting there,
One blue above to meet us.
And when the evening laid its gold
Across the ridges we had known,
We carried something home with us—
A sky we’d never own alone.

There were colors moving overhead,
Bright against the mountain weather.
Every turn revealed a friend;
Every voice came back together.
No one needed to be someone else;
No one had to fly the same.
We were all ourselves up there,
And still we shared one frame.

Different lives, one rising air;
For a little while, we all were there.

We had the sky we shared,
We had the wind between us.
A thousand ways of getting there,
One blue above to meet us.
And when the evening laid its gold
Across the ridges we had known,
We carried something home with us—
A sky we’d never own alone.

Time can move the launch-site markers;
Years can change the roads we take.
Still I see those colors rising
Every time the clouds break.

We had the sky we shared,
We had the wind between us.
A thousand ways of getting there,
One blue above to meet us.
And though the years have carried us
To places of our own,
We still have something in common—
That sky we shared back home.

That sky we shared…
That sky we shared.