I can’t breathe, but I still fight.
Don’t get to close.
It’s burning inside.
The feathers fade out.
The ashes come out.
High of the love.
Drunk from the wind.
I wonder if you are a pretender.
I wonder have you ever known the hearts cross the strait?
It’s like the old man sweeping the mountain cliff.
Or it’s like the fire burning in the rain.
They say you’ll take this leap of the edge.
I say it’s up to fate.
Your flying pieces shine so bright.
I want to touch your feathers.