I will have a dream,
Flying over forests and cities,
Leave my bright feathers and sweet songs,
I took the trouble to fly,
After a long journey,
I came to my last stop.
This is where my friend disappeared,
I want to find them,
I flew to the city,
But the present situation made me cry,
I only see endless haze and filth all over the ground. !
Is this the so-called city?
I found my friend in an underground workshop.
But it has changed beyond recognition.
Only the flaming feathers on my forehead made me recognize it.
I landed slowly,
Bang!
The wings are rigidly broken.
No one listens to my cry,
Even if it is like a cuckoo crying blood.
I saw my feathers plucked with my own eyes,
Made into high imitation luxury ornaments.
My meat and other rotten meat are poured into the meat grinder.
Make sausages.
Give it to me. Only my soul is left!
Even my soul has nowhere to go.
Because the forest in my hometown has been cut down,
Parents and sisters don't know where to go.
My soul came to the temple,
Before God, I saw him pour loess from a white bottle.
God looked at me and said,
When every forest is cut down,
He will pour a cup of loess in the original place of the forest,
However, there is not much soil left in the bottle.
When the earth is finished, the world will be buried by loess.
Wake up! Humans!
Don't wait for the yellow sand to bury the world before you regret it.
It is too late. !