sky

Sky, blue is very pure

Just like the heart of a child

Is where everyone wants

The bird has wings and it will fly

Fly from a distant place to a distant place

The sky is their paradise

Cloud, though very unreal

But it will also fly

Float to a place that he wants

It will be like the sky

We are neither clouds nor birds

But we have dreams

The end of the dream is the sky

Like the clouds and birds, flying freely

Our paradise

When will it be liberated?

Even if you can fly

How can you fly to

Longing place

It is more pure than the sky

Where is the place where the soul ultimately belongs

Third day: ink points