The bird that longs for the sky has wings but cannot fly when the wind begins to blow

The bird came to the plain, like dandelion, spread its wings to fly

…But the plain wind is too gentle, can only slightly stagger.

Then the bird went to the canyon, and looking for a stronger wind

The bird plucked up the courage to leap down the canyon, flapping its wings in the howling wind, until it could fly freely in the sky

The bird knows, not the strong wind, but the courage, let itself learn to fly.