This world is constantly losing, and people are constantly crying.
Who can reach the end, and who can get the real beauty?
How big is the world, and where are its boundaries?
Those who have left, those who have lost, those who are sad, when will the day come to an end?
If you can come back, how many will you have? Take a look at the people waiting where you are, and take a look at those beautiful and glorious years.
Return is a song, but it cannot sing the joys and sorrows of life.