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“I heard that there is a kind of bird without feet in the world. It can only fly. When tired, it sleeps in the wind. There will be only once in its life that the bird lands on earth. That'swhen it is dying.”
----Days of Being Wild
The destination of the footless bird is a thorn tree. It rushes at the deepest thorn, exhausted, with chest and wings pierced through by the spear-like thorns. It sings aloud within the interleaved thorns, the scarlet blood permeating into the thorns, and the fractured feathers sticking to the branches. At this moment, the footless bird transcends its own pain, and forgets the imminent death. A song tranquilizing the world is sung aloud, whose voice is both in feminine gentleness and in heroic grandeur. The song overshadows all the beings self-claiming singers. Although at the end of the song marks the passing away of the footless bird, the whole world keeps silent for the bird at that moment, even God smiling on high in the sky for its life.
The most beautiful being is exchanged for the deepest pain and wound. The footless bird cares not much about the coming death, but simply sings along until its life exhausts out, no more note being heard from that beak stained with blood.
For knowing the moment of rest comes the end of life, the footless bird flies so desperately. Life is like a meteor, the track of life a meteor tail. The brightest moment comes when it is going out. Death is sublimation and the most important moment of life. The footless bird just wants to have a death as splendid as a meteor.