In the vast sea of people,
I pursue the freedom within.
Like a solitary bird,
Soaring in the boundless sky.
Oh, freedom, it's my faith,
Flowing like a soul in my blood.
It calls to me incessantly,
Urging me to break free from shackles.
In the silent night,
I rendezvous with freedom.
Beneath the starry sky, we converse,
Exploring the mysteries of life.
Freedom is an unrestrained wind,
Sweeping across the earth, stirring thoughts.
It blows away my sorrows and pains,
Allowing me to embrace endless possibilities.
On the long journey of life,
I traverse mountains and rivers.
Intertwined with nature,
Feeling its beckoning and tenderness.
The heart that pursues freedom,
Blooms like a flower.
Passionately unfolding, sprinkling hope,
Adding vibrant colors to the world.
I refuse to be confined in a cage,
Nor drift along the currents of a river.
I yearn to soar in the sky of freedom,
Spreading my wings high, chasing the path of dreams.
My heart, like a bird of freedom,
Flies in the vast expanse of the heavens.
It conveys hope and courage,
Infusing humanity with the power of life.
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