A fleeting, floating, unsettled bird, searching under the blue sky’s shadow,  
Blending with the winds of the heart, it silently hides in the horizon’s bustle.  
Like a star in the night sky, it dashes toward endless dreams in the blink of an eye,  
The wings of the bird carry memories of the past, flowing like a river's current.  

It hides in the folds of the waves, soaring freely on an unknown path,  
Blending into the clamor of the clouds, every silent cry becomes the echo of unreachable dreams.  
It never returns, endlessly searching for the riddle of joy in the vast sky.  

Its colorful light fades into the horizon, the past’s charm turns to gray,  
In solitude, it returns to its own shadow, disappearing far into the darkness.  
The air wrapped around its wings swirls, returning to brush against the feathers of a nearby bird.  

Under the shimmering moonlight, with glimmering wings, it hears the call of an unknown path,  
Flying away with eyes full of wonder, toward the distant, infinite boundaries.  
The peaceful river of the lonely night plays with the waves of the water,  
Drawing silent lines in the sky, indifferent and carefree.  

Silent voices float in the wind, seeking a destination beyond the horizon,  
Falling briefly on the unknown path, at the gates of emptiness.  
This fleeting, unconquered bird, shimmering in the light of the stars,  
Spreads its wings in the wind, breaking through the shadows of the silent night,  
Carrying the songs of imagination on the wings of dreams.