O’ so sweet bird in the forest’s corner
Handing bliss to the wanderer
Beautifying the world with its
Lovely, light hearted sounds
But, the single, fatal obstacle turns its talent hollow

Flapping and fluttering,
a meaningless yet faithful task,
Has old failed but still continued from day to day
Jumping off from a sky-high cliff, a windy mountain,
Has given the bird nothing
But an everlasting scar on both its mind and body.

Such disorder created painful mockery
And worthless pity of the peers
Every word they say,
Every sight they give,
And every action they take
Give extra burden on the bird’s fragile back

Its life is just like one of the ugly duckling
Except, neither plot twist nor miracle will ever shine through

O’ so sweet bird, why you live?
Why you suffer? Why you try?
To Sing until your voice
Rip and torn into a barren desert?
To become a savory meal for a ferocious snake
To let it swallow your flesh
And to let its venom sink into your blood?