Wandering around the landing place, I hope it is as hard as iron and can hold my heart.
Wandering where it lands, I hope it turns into soft feathers, just to hold my miserable heart.
Wherever it landed, what was printed was my flood of tears, but every drop of it was rare and precious to it.
Traveling through silence, I gained a new life but still carried the old soul with me.
There, I wandered around the world in panic, but what I couldn't grasp was my own mind.
Is it you? What about my final destination?