She does not have fireworks, nor does she migrate like birds. She is just a flying kite. She is afraid of your heartache before she is free. The clues of memory are in your hands. If you can let her land, the sky is like endless freedom. I would rather be a boat. If you are the sea, let her drift in your heart. There is too much prosperity in the world, and people pass by each other. She walks by. She is the only one who walks by, making you stop in silence~~~~~~~~~~~~