Everyone is asking if the legendary nightingale in the book actually exists. They think the singer is the writer’s invention, but I know better. I hear the nightingale singing in the woods every day, He is there when I am going to work in the palace, and he is there at the end of the day when I am on my way home to my sick mother. I often stop at the the tree to rest.
His song is like the kiss of my poor old mother, rewarding me for all my care.
That dear nightingale lightens my heart and gives me wings to soar above my weary bones. I pray that no one ever captures him. If I cannot be free, then let him be!