The little bird flies in the blue sky.
The ocean mirrors the blue of the sky.
The deep azure is heaven's ocean.
In the blue of the sky, heaven's tears lie.
In the tears of heaven, the little bird flies.

The orange of a smile... the pink of feverish cheeks.
The blue of a tear drop.
Gradually, all the colours started to blend, and the hues began to fade.
Before long, they turn to black.
The little bird falls... and falls... and keeps on falling.
The little bird has died.

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