You would think
That one learns from one's mistakes

In this case
You would be wrong

Despite his agonizing death
Both physical and emotional
For the sake of unrequited love
He does it all again...

And again...

And again...

Each time
He dies a little more
Each time
His death is just a little bit more bitter
Each time
The cries of his death
Just a little bit more desperate

As the fourth beautiful bird
Leaves him in disgust
Once more, to die unloved
He swears he shall never again
Love another
Ever again

Of course
That would mean forsaking all
Forgetting his quest
He must press on
But now he is sure
He will never again
Be distracted by bright colours

But of course
That does not mean
He will not make even worse mistakes