The vast sea of people, the vast world,
I am like an idle flower blooming in the world of mortals.
The smoke and dust of the world, the expanded emotions.
What you can't get, persistence has become a fleeting thing today.
What never started, looking forward to has become tomorrow's mirror image.
I can only fantasize and expect for no reason in my heart, I can only watch and care silently in my heart,
It's become hard to express what's inside.