To me, you are like the wind, like the wind in the abandoned place, quiet and gentle. And the wind has never been a sad melody. The wind has always been free, but freedom also means wandering and uninhibited. I just lost my wings like a white bird in a painting, so I can never follow your footsteps.
If my wings are rich, I can stand proudly with you on the top of the majestic sun-drenched mountains, wander in the rugged valleys with hundreds of twists and turns, sleep together on the sacred tree with hundreds of branches, and sing silent songs together on the strangest sea.
But... I am a bird that has lost its wings!