Her wings are as thin as cicada's
Her voice is as thin as a thread
When she's tired, she lives in the wind
Never for whom
She yearns for the beautiful world
She fancied singing a song
She doesn't tell anyone about her hardships
All the way through
You can see the sparrow fluttering its wings towards prosperity and desolation
No suddenly blue lonely fly
You only listen to the Nightingale's melodious singing
Do not hear suddenly orchid silent voice
She gradually plumped
She has a sharp eye
When she was tired, she took shelter in the rain
But I don't cry for anyone
She is attached to the boundless sky
She is fearless of blooming flowers
She didn't care about the voice of doubt
Cut through the thorns all the way
You can see the sparrow fluttering its wings towards prosperity and desolation
No suddenly blue lonely fly
You only listen to the Nightingale's melodious singing
Do not hear suddenly orchid silent voice
Do you know the forgotten
Once flying like a orchid
Do you know the enviable ones
Once sang like a orchid
Once sang like a orchid
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