As fragile as a tender paper can be,
Flying up in the Sky,
Just above the Ground,
To catch a blowing wind.
...
As nigh return,
So is this painful dripping beats,
Inside my chest,
Like a siren in a cave.
...
Like a candle in the wind,
They blew out.
Leaving behind a marks,
Spots of memories,
...
I was born out of darkness one wintry night in a small town. Since then I'm living my life day in day out)
Paper Wing
As fragile as a tender paper can be,
Flying up in the Sky,
Just above the Ground,
To catch a blowing wind.
All the birds flew pass by,
I could touch nor feel the clouds.
Heading to someplace,
On this frail paper wing.
Someday I knew somewhere,
The Sunshine will shine,
Just for me.
And my paper wing,
Will carry me high,
Into the Sky amongs the clouds.