Around five, my dream was to become someone else
In this world, who did I dislike more than myself
Becoming four, my dream was to become a great man
In this world, what did I dislike more than rules
When, when can I meet the bird in the woven bamboo, woven bamboo cage
'Who's on the front of the reverse side?'
The outside of the cage that I had always seen
Anywhere, the dream of just one person was endless and continued
Anywhere, we are frail
Forever not wanting to become an adult; because I close my eyes today as well
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