Sparklee

It came from heaven
God gave it infinite privileges
It was endowed with the most beautiful feathers in the world
Endowed with the most beautiful voice
Endowed with everything that others envy
It is God's most cherished child
Arriving on earth, it receives infinite glory
People sculpt statues of it with jewels and flowers
They praise it in countless languages
They build countless magnificent altars for it
It stands on top
Calm and serene
Receiving the admiration and respect of the world
Suddenly, swords and knives appear
It is forgotten in the midst of bloodshed
The earth is in chaos and prosperity
People numbly throw away everything in the city
Everything that should be cherished
They shout in the face of steel and iron
It's outdated. It's difficult. There's no way out.
While frantically rolling in numbers
Greedily sucking up the desires of life
It cannot fall
It disdains to fall
In a land without faith
It flies in the sky
Madly by the sun's side
Singing mournfully in the clouds
Beautiful but unappreciated
People have countless reasons
To immerse themselves in their own future
What it wants is to bloom
Not to struggle for survival
It chooses death
To die in loneliness
To be reborn on doomsday
Singing a requiem from heaven
On a deserted cliff
Falling into the abyss
From then on
There are no dreams and beliefs on earth
Only numbness and destruction