In the dark corner of the laboratory,
Clones of clones are being replicated.
She is like a ghost, silent and unseen,
Mocked by fate, abandoned by ethics.
Existing lonely in the world,
Repeating the life melody of others.
She has no home, no name,
Just the cruel shadow of technology.
She bears the greed of humanity,
Deprived of autonomy and dignity.
People ridicule her existence,
Not understanding her pain and troubles.
But she is unyielding, bravely resisting,
Grasping onto every bit of hope that belongs to her.
She is a resilient flower, blooming in the darkness,
She is the true self, irreplaceable.
She offers love and warmth to the world,
Though seen as a product of experiments.
She teaches humanity care and courage,
Changing fate, transcending limitations.
Second-generation clone, a magnificent being,
Your radiance illuminates the edge of darkness.
Your existence awakens the conscience of humanity,
Making us realize the brilliance of human nature.