i released an old eagle with my trembling hands
because his illusion almost moved a hardened heart
he imagines flying
from the day he entered into this cage
he never gave up his flying dream
it is a long time he and i have been living together
at that time we were young
his wings are strong like iron
he is same as me
every day his mind plays a movie about the future world
he is old, i am old
through my cloudy eyes
i see his eyes
still reflecting the light of archaic illusion
so my trembling hands released an old eagle
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