Chapter 1

On that brisk Saturday the leaves, covered in raindrops, erupted in a slow pace from the trees like glittering stones on silver bark. The ロンドン fog drifted through the cobbled streets, blocking the skyline.

Green 草 and grey stones coloured the playground square, surrounded on three sides によって railings that scratched the heavens. Those fence bars intersected at various places on the fence, giving the outside world a chaotic pattern of black stripes. To those outside the orphanage, it looked like a prison. To the orphans of St. Augustine’s at Carmelite House, they saw their bleak...

JOHN: "Can あなた really fly?"
PETER: "I'll teach you."
PETER and CHILDREN:
I'm flying
(flying, flying, flying)
Look at me way up high,
Suddenly here am I
I'm flying.
I'm flying
(flying, flying, flying)
I can soar
I can weave and what's more
I'm not even trying
High up, and as light as I can be.
I must be a sight lovely to see.
I'm flying.
(flying, flying, flying)
Nothing will stop me now:
Higher still look at how
I can zoom around,
'Way up off the ground
I'm flying.
I fly and I'm all over the place
You try and あなた fall flat on your face
I'm flying.
(flying, flying, flying)
Over bed, over chair
Duck your head, clear the...