我的灵魂就像一只风筝，抓绳子抓得越松，它就越能自由地高飞。

My soul is like a kite and the less tightly I hold the string the freer it is to soar.

youdao

但看到风筝一只只掉落，心里的希望一点点增大，就像堆积在墙上的雪花那样，一次一片地堆高。

But with each defeated kite, hope grew in my heart, like snow collecting on a wall, one flake at a time.

youdao

但看到风筝一只只掉落，心里的希望一点点增大，就像堆积在墙上的雪花那样，一次一片地堆高。

But with each defeated kite, hope grew in my heart, like snow collecting on a wall, one flake at a time.

youdao