I am a bird imprisoned by you. I have forgotten how high the sky is. If I leave the small castle you gave me, I don't know who else can I rely on.
I am a bird imprisoned by you, and I get less and less love. Watching your smile burn in the eyes of others, I don't get a hug.
I am like your dispensable shadow, watching you lie coldly. This chaotic city cannot tolerate my infatuation. What makes you so obsessed with such presumptuousness.
I am like a dispensable shadow for you, exchanging sad thoughts with loneliness, unable to do anything about love. In this tasteless day, tears are the only luxury. My tears are the only luxury.