cage

Wherever they live in a cage made of willow branches

No complete month, no endless days

Some just don't split into countless pieces, very small and small.

World debris

Birds always go flying

Baiyun always wanders freely in the blue sky

So wherever the blue wish is, the white mood

Flying out of the cage hanging in the air

Talk to him about his wish

Look at the rain dew to map his mood

even if

The wings on the back are purely illusory decorations

There are no traces of birds in the sky

Only the wings of the wind

Gone far away -

The second day: color zero Ling