Another autumn afternoon at 4 o'clock
and the sun is contemplating its setting
Behind the sunset, a couple of birds were flying
I do not know where they are flying
Maybe they are just flying into future.

One bird likes to sing
To me, it's just chirpping
It must be a serenade of its way

Oh, poor bird
they are flying into future, beyond the sun.
one is taking the pain while
the other, she seems not to know his love.

I wish for them
not to hindered by hunters
not to encounter obstacles from the other birds;
but for them to keep flying on together
and one day that
they will be one
as magnets stick together.
To feel sweet liquor and tasteless water

The sun is contemplating its setting,
I am contemplating my setting
and the birds are contemplating the setting sun.
After that setting the moon comes and after I leave
The birds will keep contemplating together
cause they are together so they can go through hard time.

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