In the years without him, I began to recall the past. My hands and feet are a bit inflexible, so I can't write very fast and don't write much content. I am writing this not only to miss him, but also to tell people - please open the cage for them and let the pigeons fly freely.
We are poor flying pigeons, struggling in the cage
We are strange monsters rolling in the mud
people at dawn,
mocking, scolding
And we are in the dark night where we can't see the edge
Snuggled up, happy
We wait for the dawn and are not afraid of the night
Only in the end did I understand
It doesn't matter whether it's dark or bright
With you and me, it's everything
Intention: People's prejudices cannot be eliminated, but as long as you, me and someone support you, that's enough