Birds will one day fly into the sky, just like swimming fish will one day sink back into the sea.
But, is this really the case?
One short glance, but this was destined to be a disaster for their lives. The flying birds gave up the vast sky, and the swimming fish gave up the boundless sea.
When they recall these distant times long after, will it still be these short-lived tenderness that remain in their minds?
Conspiracies, wars, killings, struggles, in the most chaotic era, only the song of the Winged Man is still singing silently. Holy flowers bloomed from the blood-stained mud, the mermaid island slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, but the mermaids were blowing the horn of war on the bottom of the sea.
The young chicks fell from the nest and rushed towards the unknown future; their icy blue tail fins swayed in the air, causing a wave of panic. The eagle comes from the sky, bringing the smell of blood; the whale rushes out of the sea and rebels against the sky.
I plugged in my headphones and fell into this weird and confusing dream.