In the dark corner of the laboratory,
Clones of clones are being replicated.
She is like a ghost, silent and invisible,
Mocked by fate, abandoned by ethics.
Existing in solitude in the world,
Repeating the melody of others' lives.
She has no home, no name,
Just the cruel shadow of technology.
She bears the greed of humanity,
Deprived of autonomy and dignity.
People mock her existence,
Unable to understand her pain and distress.
But she is unyielding, she bravely fights,
Grasping every strand of her own hope.
She is a resilient flower, blooming in the darkness,
She is the true self, irreplaceable.
She offers love and warmth to the world,
Despite being seen as an experiment's creation.
She teaches humanity care and courage,
Changing destiny, surpassing limitations.
Second-generation clone, a magnificent existence,
Your brilliance illuminates the dark edges.
Your existence awakens humanity's conscience,
Making us realize the splendor of human nature.