Beijing 

I live in a big city.

My life

It's drowned in passing cars and towering buildings.

Whenever I gaze at the night sky.

I don't see the brilliant stars

Only the cloud trails of airplanes.

I would always sit on the roof of a building

Looking up at the flocks of birds flying.

From south to north,

They never seem to be trapped by the bustle.

I longed to be like a seagull, 

swimming in the sunny sea without any restrictions.

Instead of being trapped in a fortress of concrete and glass.

I'm jealous of every wind that blows through me.

They take their freedom and flaunt it in front of me with impunity.

I want to snatch it away.

I reach out with both hands but I can't grab it.

It passes through me.

And drifted away with hope.

Here.

Rain becomes sword;

Snowflakes become sludge;

Even the wind becomes stupid.

I run forward desperately.

Following the direction of the wind.

But...

I am a prisoner.

I'm a prisoner in a cage of lights and luxuries.

It's getting dark.

Welcome to Beijing.

The city I never escape.