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{A dazzling performance, a magnificent show A space no different from a fantasy [Rockwell Circus]} {We will plant memories here that will be more joyful than anyone else's} Aren't you tired of this by now? A circus is a place where you are locked up because you cannot escape. The red tent is but silk to hide the cage. Two birds trapped in a cage see nothing but each other, So eventually, at least one of them begins to feel emotion. No matter how long you keep it locked in a cage, that bird will only look at that one bird. Even if given the chance to be free, if the bird did not leave, it will stay inside the cage. Look at the pigeon flying out of the giant hat. It looks freer than us, doesn't it? Maybe not, though. I've never heard the bird's story. That bird might actually think it's unhappy. I can't remember how many months that flying white bird was trained, even if I try to count in my head. Even the time we've been trapped is forgotten when I look at you. However, our story isn't about a bird that can fly away after training. Living without knowing that I am a bird destined to fly even if my legs are broken... I suppose I was a bit of a fool. Before the feelings I want to convey to you— You, who are still stupidly looking at me with a smile— Before they harden and I become numb, I want to tell you quickly.