The Canary was suddenly released into the sky by its master.
Not knowing what to do, it cried in the rain.
The Canary looks so pitiful when it's crying.
I want to say something to cheer it up, and yet another part of me is actually rejoicing.
It made me feel so bad...
I don't dare to approach it.
I don't know what the Canary sees in that guy.
He's a scoundrel who hurts it and then leaves it in a lurch.
I despise him.
But, it's ok.
As long as the Canary is in love, my heart is at peace and I can heart it singing.
The Canary is kind to everyone.
The Canary always smiles to anyone.
And at such times, I hate it so much that I want to capture it. But, every time I think that is precisely why the Canary is kind to me, I become so sad that no words can express how I feel...
I hope that it will find out about this part of me soon.
No, it's a lie. I want you to remain oblivious as you are now
