She lay down on the grass, looked at the blue sky, and prayed countless times, asking God to turn her into a bird, even if it was not an eagle, it didn't matter, even if it was the most ordinary sparrow, she would fly away. Even if she has nothing but light feathers and small wings, even if she is torn apart by the strong wind halfway, even if the waves of the sea swallow her up.
She just wants to be free, even if her blood is gone and her bones are dry, she is happy with it.
Intention: The city I live in is always windy and I can't handle it well.