Completed
[First person, short story about secret love, male protagonist's perspective.
The bird will eventually spread its wings and fly high, and she will fly farther and farther. No matter how high-magnification I use the telescope, I will never be able to trace her traces again, and there will be no new data in my observation diary.
The golden sun parrot in the desert is short and beautiful, it can only be a dream.
Intention: Birds will eventually spread their wings and fly high