She's wings as thin as those of cicadas.
She has a chirp as delicate as silk threads.
She,When she tired,rests in the wind.
Never landing for anyone.
She yearns for an enchanting world.
She fantasizes about singing a song.
She doesn't tell others of her hardships.
Make her way through the meandering[journey the life].
You only see the beautifully plumaged passerine flap its wings and head towards prosperity and desolation.
Not see Molan1 flying in solitue.
You only hear how melodious the nightingale's sweet song is.
Not hear Molan's silent but loud voice.
She gradually becomes fully fledged with all of her flight feathers.
She has a keen gaze,as intense and bright as a torch.
She,when exhausted,hides in the rain.
But doesn't cry for anyone.
She longs for the boundless sky.
She is not afraid of flowers blooming and flowers wilting.
She doesn't care about the voices of doubt.
Hacking her way throught the brambles and thorns.
You only see the beautifully plumaged passerine flap its wings and head towards prosperity and desolation.
Not see Molan flying in solitue.
You only hear how melodious the nightingale's sweet song is.
Not hear Molan's silent but loud voice.
Do you know that those faces forgotten in front of others,
Once flew as Molan does?
Do you know that those appearances envied by others,
Once crooned as Molan does?
Once crooned as Molan does?
1. It is a mythical bird like as The phoenix.