$TREE Fellow Practitioners, I am that frail magpie.
I accidentally overheard the secret of the heavens: opening more trees can lead to wealth.

Traveling through the stars and the moon, crossing the wind and rain,
Just to build a bridge for the Qixi Festival,
So that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can embrace tightly by the Milky Way.

Unfortunately—
My feathers are already soaked, my wings tremble,
In the grip of hunger and cold, even flying in a straight line is difficult,
My heart feels a chill,
As if I might fall into the Milky Way at any moment.

I heard there is something called 'Crazy Thursday' in the human world,
But I don't ask for much,
I just want someone to open more trees tonight,
So I can have a meal at KFC to regain my strength before I can't catch my breath.

You don't know,
For me, this is not just a meal,
But a bridge built with my last flesh and blood,
It's the heavy burden on the backs of billions of magpies,
It's the hope of whether the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet.

Fellow Practitioners,
Who can give me this support for my wings,
So that I won’t fall in the Milky Way,
So that I can carry with full strength,
The fate of lovers,
And deliver it into their arms.