One day the world evolved
The moment the world began to change, the hymn engraved in my soul began to echo.
Sing, sing.
Birds of the world.
Fly, fly.
Even if your wings are broken, you must try your best to climb up.
A week's worth of birds died in the nest
Two birds died in the cloister
Birds that are three weeks old are dead, with no body intact
The birds around me are as dead as puppets
The robin on the first day
The black crow on the second day
Garuda on the third day
Countdown to the fourth day
The world opens its eyes and makes new nests for its birds
This world exists for you
For you
Garuda