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One, born in a square room
Two, to look at the moon from within
Three, the cage located nowhere is
Soaking, soaking, it writhes
One, to know the destiny that scatters
Two, the fantasies of freedom
Three, tired from crying, fall asleep
Someday, till the day you can flap your wings
Even that glimmering star is smiling at your crying face from above
So till the day when you can sparkle, teasingly carefree, "good night"
So now, lift your face, someday you might search for that scribble which you drew
Surely, someday, you will dream of the days when you can smile from your heart