A relentless knocking sound comes from my door
It’s pouring outside, so I pretend not to notice
It’s to protect my identity
When I saw you, drenched to the bone and smiling
I knew you were crying
When you saw the colour of my wings, different from everyone else’s
You flattered me with a fading voice, telling me that they’re pretty
Even if I’ve forgotten how to flap my wings, I still dream of flying
Despite these filthy wings of mine
I’ll take flight on these wings that are like drab cloth
Until the very end
Again, the sound of the crowds echo from afar
I curse those people that have hurt you
Outmaneuvering people and lying to others; those methods have become futile
I’ve become scared of losing my wings
Becoming good at eluding others, at some point
My eyes have become the same as those I’ve hated—I can’t go back
Even so, no matter what winds blow or what walls come before me
There was never any reason for me to run away
Even if we’ve forgotten how to flap our wings, we’re able to fly
Because of these pure wings of mine
I’ll take flight on these wings that are like drab cloth
Until the very end