A sick bird locked in a golden cage will never be able to fly again even if it is allowed to come out of the cage.
Xi and Xihe, the name of the sun??
How can I, a dying person, deserve such a name?
A sick bird out of its cage, that's what I call myself.
I can't fly, but I have Yang to take care of me, and this aunt who laughs every day.
I will live well, although maybe I won't live for long.
However, it turns out that everything is fake and everything is fake. What should I do?