You are a blue bird that cannot fly.
We are moving towards eternity step by step, but you tell me that humans cannot fly.
When we get used to hearing the El Niño band scream
You will say that you only believe in the world outside the flower that is 946 billion kilometers away.
The low growl of the bass, the soft thin hands. Floating floral skirt.
The fetters caused by resentment, you took me to escape without any hesitation,
An empty mirror, a flight.
The sound echoed, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds.
You and I are one meter apart.