As far as I can remember, she is just a child.
A child who turned to music closed his eyes at dawn, and his eyes were so tired.
It's not that I remember the scene of the story, but your eyes tell me the forgotten ending. If the sky shines on my stubbornness, will you regret telling me how to fly? When I lost my wings in the sky, you didn't give me a place to land, so I chose to close my eyes and fall by myself.
The first time, you told me that music can take me off the ground, so I tried to learn to turn music, so really, I left the ground. I have a bird's eye view of your land in the high clouds. I've seen your tiny pores and what you said I couldn't see, but I haven't made a decision yet, because I know I'll find a place to live no matter how high I fly, and you won't give it to me.
The second time, you told me, in fact, the feeling of flying is only a moment, and the real feeling is to forget that you still have weight in flying. So I tried to forget that I still have weight, but I just didn't have the energy to master the direction of flying. I can fly very high without weight, even higher than you. Unfortunately, I forgot to look down at your direction.
The third time, you told me that my music is not a good pair of wings, because good wings are invisible, and my wings are huge and rough. So how can I transform my wings? You turned around and just took a contemptuous look. I flap my wings desperately every day, hoping to lose excess fat and run in shiny feathers. Finally one day, my wings are no longer huge and rough. I'm glad to tell you that you can fly with a smile. It turns out that not only my wings are rough, but also my body is rough.
The fourth time, I won't ask you anything. I know you always have an excuse to delete me. However, you seem to have read my mind. You didn't give much advice to this chattering child in the past. In fact, I know that your silence to me is the biggest denial to me, because you have disdained to leave extra eyes on my child, even though you know that I am only a child.
The fifth and last time, I was like the wrong program and was defaulted by the system. It was not deleted, so you chose to leave the system. This is a joke. Everyone said that you should look at my back and show a little pleasure. However, the reality is that I was so depressed by your tall figure that I forgot to breathe.
You left, but I still haven't learned to fly. Others fly high and steady, but I don't. There are tears in the sky that accompany me to spend every night sadly.
Finally, I was very tired and wanted to sleep, but I haven't learned to land yet, and I don't even have the right to sleep. Maybe everything you said is right. Maybe I should really leave, not you. But it's all right now. We can all go. Leave without saying goodbye. Just, will you remember me? I dare not ask you again.