I put it in the fish tank.
Look at the little goldfish carefully.
Wearing a gorgeous crown on her head.
Wearing a golden coat.
Colorful tail fins are dancing with beautiful spray.
A small mouth kept blowing the horn.
The little goldfish is swimming happily in the fish tank.
But a few days later.
The little goldfish will never swim again.
It also lost its former glory.
I know the little goldfish is homesick.
How I want to put it back in the river.
Let it carry my ideal.
We swam to the other side of freedom together.