When you are flying dear fly,
I want to measure the sky, saying goodbye.
I live happily here all the time with full satisfactions, see my lifestyle and I am not here to die.
See dear fly, I sing my own song in my own words on this winter days and what I mean to say here I am ready to wip'd your tears away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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