Dear Diary,
I really hate my life. my life is like a bird in a golden cage. a bird that is always caged and cannot fly freely like other birds that can fly freely in the blue sky. like a bird that has a very protective master, at first, the little bird is very happy to have an employer who loves him but the love begins to slowly kill the bird itself. The bird repeatedly tried to find a way to escape, but his efforts failed. The master wanted the bird to fly high, but the master tried to restrain it for fear that it would run away. the bird is now really dying. every night the bird prays to the moon goddess to take her life and sometimes the bird hopes that someone will steal it from its master. The bird doesn't care, it doesn't care if after being kidnapped later, it will be mistreated or maybe killed. what he hopes is that he can escape from his master. But the moon goddess never answered his prayers and let him die in despair to enjoy freedom.
nearing its last moment, the bird dreams of flying freely in the blue sky which is lit up with yellowish light from the sun. the bird continues to fly freely while manoeuvring in the sky. he met a flock of other birds who were flying to make a migration. The bird flew freely and smiled. now the bird is free even though his wish can only be obtained through a dream but for the bird at least he has got that freedom.