Wish of the Sadbird

wishing to clear the throat clogged with much anguish, the sadbird stretches the neck to look up to the sky, he hits the surface of the water flapping the wings to wet the beaks, but these do not open his clogged throat as he wishes, and for that; the unforgettable lost songs sit in the bosom of the sadbird since long ago pile up high as chilled blood that is unable to circulate therefrom, the lost songs became lost forever; thenceforth, the lost songs bereft of the recovery forevermore allow me sing once again from the treetop, let me sing gliding in the shimmering air once more allow me to fly in the middle of high wind once again to recall my lost songs; let me flap the wings with the wings that pierced by the thunderbolt to cry in the air once more the bird merges into growing darkness, the bird by the falling wall spitting out blood is me, the sadbird lost a song