My friend said, 'you are still like a bird without legs.
Always thinking about flying away, and leaving.'
Partly right, but not the truth.
The truth is I am a bird with legs,
just that my legs are now temporarily stored somewhere else.
There, I could find
vineyards without boundary,
music, stage, arts,
history and culture... ...
I am a little bird hobbling,
and always thinking about flying away.
However, whenever I flew,
I would be coming back very soon.
I am confident that I will get my legs back,
and become a real bird.
When the day comes,
please be my guest.
I will get ready loads of
local food & wine for all of you.
Wait for me, dears!