You are the sky,
You can do whatever you want,
Sprinkle color into your world.
I'm just a bird that flies by by chance,
Inadvertently cut through your cloud sky.
However,
This left an indelible crack,
But deep into space,
To be integrated into one body.
People say sparrows are dull and ugly,
It doesn't match the blue sky at all.
Sorry, this is not a story about a sparrow turning into a phoenix.
It's the story of the sea and the sky.
I want to become the ocean,
and the sky at the end of the world,
Forever intertwined.