A bubble drifts in the air, a bird soars in the sky—both belong there, yet in different ways. I don’t know if I am destined to be a fleeting bubble or a bird with wings, but I do know this: as long as I am in the air, I float, I breathe, I feel, and I cherish every moment—because it is you who makes me rise.
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