A silly bird of expectations

Just've flown away before the dawn,

I won't neglect the sky donations,

But do resist the gift of mourn.

I won't permit this bird of sorrow

To make a nest I do believe

I'll find the luck , I'll steal, I'll borrow,

So I'll continue to live.

Well, fly, my bird, I shall not torture,

The time will come to patient souls,

My expectations for my fortune

Will soon return. Eternal goals.