A bird without wings, feeling with its heart
The narrow sky is not yours, but mine, the beautiful meadow
Sitting on the roof of the house, peeping at the beautiful flowers
I can enjoy everything that is easy for me
The taste of life without narrow bonds
Only a bird knows the joy of growing flowers
A basket full of fragrant flowers plucked from thorns
Tomorrow, come and wear your head
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