"Bye bye, Swansea."

Gon turned round in his seat, pressing his face against the window. The city, with its rows of pointed houses and high green hills, looked back at him. Beyond, he could just barely see the grey-blue of the ocean.

From overhead, a seagull – larger than the ones at home – gave a long cry. Soft hair brushed his neck as Killua pressed his cheek against Gon’s shoulder.

He smiled, leaning back against his best friend, but eyes fixed on the land spread before him, drinking it in and turning sight into memory. In a gentle voice, he whispered, "Bye bye, Swansea."



If you open your ears you'd be able to hear
The rustle of the East Wind.
Something is about to happen.
There, the birds are flying off.

Living is for everyone to be free, like a wild animal.
Catch the wind wherever you go.
'I can go anywhere!'

Let's look upward at the wide skies!
The endless road continues on.
Can you feel it?
On this land, a new life is being born.

Living is to continually search for what you seek.
But very soon, you'll find it!
It's wonderful if you can open your eyes.

Talking together under the wide skies,
On the endless road we continue.
Let's depart across the land;
A new world is definitely waiting.