In the warmth of the nest, I hid, wings hanging high to shade the sun.
The small body, the bottom of the heart is panicked, only dreaming of parasitism, on the shoulders of others.
The hustle and bustle of the world, I just want to watch from the sidelines, quietly in the shadow of others.
Light feathers, promising shelter from the cold, I just want to enjoy, I don't want to be full-fledged.
I watched from the corner, playing the vicissitudes of human suffering, no hero, no intention to be strong, no peace, other people's blades.
Prudent pace, for fear of disturbing the calm, to find a reason and position for your warmth.
The ambition is too heavy, the consequences are difficult to bear, I have a small heart, I am too busy to take care of myself, how can I talk about being ambitious?
The brilliance of others, I want to hide my eyes and escape, in the audience, quietly watching the ups and downs of fate.
Oh, and may my world always be quiet and not awakened by the hurricane of duty.
Legend has it that chicks always spread their wings and fly, but I only want to dream and wander under the wings of others.
Self-interest, I am like that, why do I carry the burden of the group?
Gradually, the world forgot what I was, and I no longer longed for the life that was stormy.
I am a fragile little chick, warm under your wings, in someone else's sky, doing my lost dreams.