Under the clouds, unable to climb up; though I offered my voice, I was encouraged with jeers
There were no words that I could give; with broken wings, I see the alluring sky
Infancy time,I hated myself.
magic words, 'Flying away to the air'
Fleetingly as it is, the destiny that will scatter
I knew it, I was giving up
Now, gaining light in my eyes*, I think I can fly away
Bullying,Cruelty,Erasure,Forgetting no no no
lie and tired
COUNTDOWN,FIVE,FOUR,THREE,TWO,ONE,ZERO
The injured bruise; unable to move, the more I cry, the more the pain increases
Now, I'm merely crouching down; I wait for the time when I ascend to the sky
Time is passing; for the ugly duckling
There's no replacement for the friend that was around
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