In a gloomy evening of September
In a murkily, time of my life
I found myself alone sitting under the moon
Silently Listened to the warbling of caged birds
They were reminding deploring on their glaze

One hapless bird said sadly
Today, setting alone in my cage is killing me
IAM missing my exemption so badly
All those days of exemption
All those memories of mine in good

Other Quoth sadly
I used to fly so high in the sky
I used to play with overlaying of the sky
I used to eat differently each day
I used to live along with my kin
Sigh, everything fade away slowly

Another mentioned sadly
I was the one putting sky under my feathers
I was the one...