A sick bird locked in a gilded cage, even if allowed out, can never fly again, can it?
Xihe, Xihe, the name of the sun?
How can someone like me, who is about to die, deserve a name like that?
A sick bird out of its cage. That is what I call myself.
I can't fly, but Yang is here to take care of me, along with my little aunt, who smiles every day.
I'll live well, even if I may not have much time left.
But it turns out it was all a lie. Everything was a lie. What should I do?
