The future is as confusing as the dim light bulb flickering in a dark room, the direction cannot be discerned, or the unknown road ahead is overgrown with weeds, these are nothing.
So what if I can't see the road?
What does it matter? We can come out.
As long as I hold your hand, as long as I'm by your side...
We stumble or briskly walk all the way out of the future, all the way to the invisible, endless end.
Intention: