Sweet and small, my pretty sparrow
Wish my mood was just as narrow
So beautiful is your entire plume
How your rust hides all your gloom
But how come your cage is so small?
Almost makes me, in pity, bawl
I remember when first my eyes you drew
And for your beauty, I locked you
Now no longer I can see you fly
Which truly makes me think, and sigh:
If I am the one who trapped the sparrow,
Does that mean, I am not the hero?