They define me as a Phoenix and also a caged bird
But I’m not
Because when you open the cage
A caged bird will fly away after a short hesitation
But “Memory” is a
Bird In A Painting
She can’t fly away and has no intention to fly away
She’ll just wait idly and be eaten away by reality
You can’t save her even if you try so hard
She was born to live for the whole painting
If you cut her away, you’ll destroy the whole painting
And the bird in the painting will have no real reason to exist
But she just want to remain happy
She can’t be more self indulgent and think more of herself
She never had a desire or a will to compare her temper and life with others
That’s her wisdom of life