The cyan bird flies out of the ring of fire

Feather ends with ashes

dark eyes sparkling

What is weakness and what is freedom

Are we only allowed to leave

When the flame burns to the whole body

sparks fall

Everyone is in the ring of fire

Shadows have nowhere to hide

The flame of the feather will remind you

remind you

under numbness

ability to perceive pain

The bird chirped rapidly

Pierced the dark night

is miserable

faster than a sound

ear starts to bleed

But we will always look at this cyan bird

we will watch its pain

Watch it fly out of fire

Watch half of its body turns to ashes

Another half glows with gold

How about us?

Where is us?

oh feather

oh my feathers

cyan feather

i want to kiss you