Rendered with vibrant hues.
Colorful kites soaring high in the sky,
Some steady while some struggling to fly.
Some steady while some struggling to fly.
Aspirations tangled to the string,
Some sprinting, some trailing.
One string binds the kite to you;
Loosen it and the kite will soar higher,
As if chasing dreams were always easier.
Cut the string that binds the kite to you;
It will soar freely in tandem with the breeze,
As if freedom was its destiny.
As if freedom was its destiny.
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