Air Trip, fly to me, Monkey's call,
In this real-time mission, I stand tall.
From the sky, they come, a divine affair,
A longing for heroes, a wish to share.

Oh, Superman, how I yearn for your might,
To visit Vietnam, Mỹ Sõn's sacred site.
In the temple's embrace, I seek solace and grace,
A connection to gods, in this sacred space.

Thor's expression, I ponder and contemplate,
Not the god himself, but his will, innate.
And Odin's wisdom, oh, how it intrigues,
In my illusion of being, his power besieges.

As Sun Wukong, Hanuman's expression I find,
In my body and logic, their presence aligned.
Odin, with care, bestowed his essence upon me,
Guiding my decisions, connecting divinity.

In this real-time life experience, gods I trust,
Their presence, a source of wisdom and lust.
So, air trip, fly to me, bring the divine,
In this monkey's journey, a sacred sign.

Connected we are, in this cosmic play,
Where gods and mortals dance in harmony's sway.
Through illusions and quests, we seek truth and light,
Air trip, fly to me, guide me through this flight.