You are a caged bird, and you long for the blue sky, except for the narrow birdcage.
You can't see the world. The distant scenery is hoarse, you are silent, the
You are a caged bird, and you long for the blue sky, except for the narrow birdcage.
You can't see the world. The distant scenery is hoarse, you are silent, the only eternity is distorted, and the rest is only pale.
You told me that you are a captive bird. You long for the blue sky and let you fly freely. Yesterday's indifference was covered up, and all illusions were broken in silence. The existence of the remaining beautiful memories has ignited the infinite desire of the village. A captive bird pokes its head out of its cage, and you hunger strike? But the sky is still there, and I can't fly out of the cage. The illusion of freedom has disappeared, and you no longer long for those disillusioned hopes to exist. All illusions disappeared in the night. I was silent on the Yuan Ye and saw the last firefly put out the lights.
That man deprived you of happiness and imprisoned you.
The lights of the castle are dim, and you can't see the outside world in the dark corner. Every corner is crawling with mice, frogs are screaming, spiders are crawling on your head, and the bedding is full of autumn desolation. I want to build a city in the sky. Would you like to come to my side and build this high fortress with me, away from the world? You said: You are a captive bird.
I stood outside your window and looked at the blood on your feathers. Why are you struggling? Why do you have to think hard about the outside world, where there is more suffering? Isn't it good to be a prisoner in a warm castle? At the thought of flying, you seem to degenerate and have no desire to fly. Isn't it nice to have plenty of food and clothing? But you are struggling, you don't want to hide in a cage, and you don't want to end your life like this. How beautiful the world is, how lonely it is. Why break free from the cage and destroy yourself?
Clouds in the sky, free birds, sunshine, you seem to have disappeared. But you are not a homing pigeon, and you are not a domestic pigeon. How can you fly? Isn't it good to stay in the cage? The last goodbye, I never saw you again. It turns out that you are still chasing freedom, and the pain of imprisonment is only known to you.
Finally, you lie in a birdcage and die. The body is shriveled and the blood turns black. You close your eyes from now on, heaven and freedom will always be there!
20 18. 1. 1 1 ? Chishui, take care.