The little fish in the deep sea looking up at the blue sky,
so eager,
Dye your own figure in the endless blue color.
Later,
Heaven hears its prayer;
Let the fish become birds,
I want the fish to learn how to fly in the sky.
Only the fish know,
The self who looked up at the sky in the past will not be reborn.
But to another unsurvivable prison.
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It started in the winter of 2008 when I was fifteen years old