I have lost color.
No more gentle breeze in my hair.
Home among dancing tulips is far away.
Trapped in glass.

A bottle in the black sea.
Black liquid in turmoil.
Carry me far, far away from Jae.
Jae with wings of icicles and cotton candy.

I look out to see black liquid roll over.
Folded wings, I want to sleep.
Sleep so I may wake from a bad dream.
Full Moon brings grey faeries with bad dreams.

Calming the black liquid.
Glass bottle floats on clouds.
Back and forth, I move with the waves.
The glass bottle, my new home.

Wet Sand with rocks.
He finds me and takes me away.
A warmer place with my friend sunlight.
Curious was I and sad.

Why Sad? He is Jae without wings.
Face like Jae.
Eyes like Jae.
But he speak not like Jae.

No flying and dancing in air.
No wings of icicles and cotton candy.
No remember Cyndi Flower.
No Jae that Cyndi Flower know.

Full Moon pass and half moon pass.
I dance for Jae with no wings.
Jae understands by looking.
I understand by looking too.

Eyes like Jae with wings of icicles and cotton candy.
Face too so I understand.
Sad, happy, mad, I know.
Serious but heart of pillows.

Even when missing land of tulips,
I sit on his shoulder and looking when he read.
I cheer for flowers near sunlight and they smile at him.
Sooner I miss less of tulip land.

I need him for happiness but…
He doesn’t need Cyndi Flower.
Jolin Honey and Jae together.
Rainbow fly by them.

I give comfort in dance only when Jolin honey talk no more.
Making Jae sad and I go cheer up and wash away frown.
I come to heart him more and more.
But my heart fly away and not return to me.

That is why I leave Jae with no wings.
I have to follow my flying heart beyond the clouds.
Love is not wrong.
It is Cyndi Flower that is wrong.

Jae have Jolin Honey even when Jae is sad sometimes.
I follow my crying heart pass the clouds.
I want to sleep not because I want to wake from bad dream.
I want to sleep forever beyond the clouds.

I knew from the beginning she was not mine to keep. 
She was gone but I kept the memories of her safe in a bottle. 
The pictures of her. 
The sounds of her fluttering wings.

I could only capture those and locked it away in my phone. 
But somehow… I know that she must be freed. 
I should not keep any part of her locked away and so that day on the beach, 
I threw the glass bottle along with her memory back into the ocean.

That was when I saw her… 
A faery with no wings.
I looked at her as she passed on by. 
It was her… without her wings full of color.