I wrote it for you temporarily. I hope you like it.
When I was a child,
Eager to be a bird,
At that time, dreams were within reach,
I thought I would succeed,
But became a fish in the water.
Meeting you,
You fly in the sky,
Skim over my pond,
See your beautiful figure.
How I long for it,
I can fly with you.
Later,
You take me away from the pond,
I become a sunflower every day,
Dreams bring you warm light,
Looking back, tears spilled on my skirt.
I am now,
Hiding in a dark corner,
Instead of decorating bonsai,
Not dazzling lights,
I am a firefly,
Only eager to light up your lonely heart.
When I was a child,
I dream of becoming a bird,
But now,
I am in the most beautiful corner.
If I meet the old me,
Please tell him,
I'm fine!
————————— "The Most Beautiful Corner" is a postscript.