The quicksand smoothed the chaotic situation.
My heart has solidified into a stone,
Lightweight body falls like a meteor.
The afterglow sprinkled on my faded feathers,
Gold and warmth should also be reflected away.
I didn't know until then,
It turns out that the blue sky never belongs to me!
It turns out that flying never belongs to me!
It turns out that light never belongs to me!
From the moment I was free,
Never flew out of the cage.
I am not a migratory bird that migrates with the seasons.
Or a traveler who has no fixed place to live.
An eternal and indelible curse,
I am destined to be as lonely as a bird.
I looked for thorn trees in the wilderness,
It is said that it is the true destination of the soul.
I want to find the longest and sharpest thorn,
Let thorns pierce my throat.
Tears and blood refreshed me,
I will sing in ecstasy!
Put the most heartbreaking pain,
Sing the most thrilling lament!
My heart is full of thunderous drums,
Blood loss, eyes shining with the glory of heaven and earth,
My chest is full of crimson blood,
The fluttering wings are still soaring in the sky!
A liquid mixed with tears and blood,
Nourish dead branches and return to youth!
I want to die for this bloodthirsty thorn tree,
With my life and singing,
With my blood and tears,
With my pain and struggle.
I sing loudly in this wilderness,
Burning the last glory of life!
How can I understand,
I groaned with resentment and confusion,
I am full of calls for sin and liberation,
Became the most magnificent voice in the world!
I don't understand,
My throat is getting drier and drier,
Tears and blood will become sticky.
Bleeding eyes blurred,
My singing is full of weakness and hoarseness.
The last voice of life is hoarse.
Extremely great!
My song will die before dawn,
The gates of heaven have been opened for me.
I can't see clearly with the sunshine and blue sky.
I will be free and fly in heaven forever.
My body was abandoned on the ground,
Sandstorms and strong winds will bury everything.
Thorn trees scattered all night,
Go back to the original poor appearance.
Eternal curses and distant legends,
Waiting for the next thorn bird to arrive.
The silent wilderness will usher in songs,
Sprinkle a sincere heart.
Only by enduring the most painful torture,
In order to play an unparalleled movement!
Heaven and earth will be radiant with my singing,
Everything will be full of vitality because of my singing.
And I,
I will die in this song and praise!
I will go to heaven at dawn!
I will be free and fly forever after falling!
If there is an afterlife,
I don't want to be a thorn bird anymore.