Magnetic levitation, frictional cessation, that’s the key
F is force, of course, and g is always gravity
Powerlift duration, gyral navigation, that could be
The thrusters are starting, I’ll be departing soon
Candles make a paper lantern fly, so tell me: why can’t I?
Astronauts, they rise above the sea, so why not me?
With each piece the puzzle turns my hope into reality
Look and see
I can have lift off at one more degree
Countdown is starting and soon they will see
I think I’ve got it, I’m going to be free
So hold on, Banji
Fly away, Chang’e, I am coming to you
High away, Ba Ba, I will prove it to you
I’ll be free of all gravity
Hey, Chang’e, I’m gonna be there soon
In my rocket to the moon