Birds that cannot fly

"What will I become between the lines?" "Even if the beautiful sounds of birds flying gracefully in the sky disappear into the distance, I will kick the ground with these feet, crawl on the ground, and walk awkwardly and clumsily. "In an age where information is rampant and we see countless praises and criticisms, it's easy to compare ourselves to others. We tend to feel down in places where it is unnecessary. If I do not choose for myself, my heart will be consumed. I wonder who I am. Can I become like someone else? I challenge myself to create music that intersects "darkness" and "hope."