When we young, we always have the dream to fly high,
we wish to achieve highest and best,
we still young
we getting old,
we hold our dream when we die,
even if you cant fly anymore,
to see the sky you own it,
you have it before.
The bird has die right beside a drain.
I expected it too old to fly and fall from sky.
At the last moment it stay on it life,
Yes, the bird see the sky.