Yellow funeral

发条鸟的羽毛变得很稀疏，可能是年老的缘故。
他飞到一棵漂亮的树枝上唱歌，
分别练习用沙哑的歌声和温柔的歌声，
但是并没有人在听，应该是因为老了。
突然，发条鸟掉落到地面，用多少力气都飞不起来。
在鸟的葬礼上，美丽的鸟唱著哀悼的诗歌。
还是没有人要看发条鸟。
“以后大概会变成这样的吧。”
在树上练习唱歌的发条鸟这么想著。

I am tired, though I sleep through night and day
I have fallen, oh my eyes are wide and gray
I am grumpy,im an old man locked away
Now it’s time to leave the children, let them play
Hello,welcome to the place where you will stay

Singing into the hollow
rusty voice, or more gentle
There’s nobody here
And nobody follows

Stuff my voice in a pillow
I have tried to be special
There’s nobody here
And nobody follows

Will you take me there
My final destination
There’s nobody here
And nobody follows

This is the end, a funeral
Flowers mourns mellow
There’s nobody here
And nobody follow