The darkness of the changing sky and the warmth of the rising sun, who knows these feelings better.
The world here is exactly as I described it. I'm helpless, so I have to be strong.
When my friends ask me, do you hate them, I will answer honestly, yes. But what can I do if I hate that they can't do what I want, but I feel ridiculous for myself and pity myself.
Here, I can't cry out for help, my heart aches so much that the echo comes over and over again...