If I become something, write a prose poem.

1. If I become a bird, I will stand on the branch and sing with my hoarse throat to shout out my pride. Mom, can you hear me?

If you shout, "Son, what are you doing?" I had to keep silent.

I want to sing out my pride. But I also want to look at you from the window, mom.

Many things need me to sing out loud. Although my voice is hoarse.

I want to look at you from the window, mom.