That young man's smile is like yesterday's sunshine, distant yet familiar...
"You belong to me... Belong to my ancient times..."
That voice lingers in my ears,
Who do I belong to? Who I am?
Do you really want to be like a dragon, looking at the moon with beads of water every night?
Is the nightmare at work... Why... The dream every night... Seems familiar?
I seemed to be caught by a net, a deep and confusing net, completely netted, netted my soul, and netted my heart.
Did I never belong to myself?
I want to escape, I want to tear this web apart,
However, just like an insect caught in a spider's web, the harder it struggles, the sleepier it becomes...
I have nowhere to run...