The world is weeping. I hide myself here, tasting the bone-chilling coldness. Who can hold an umbrella for me, who can keep me away from the cold? The raindrops slid down my cheeks, and I couldn't tell whether they were tears or rain. Maybe I just walked quietly like this, walking... In the hazy world, forget everything for the time being. Even if the protective film on my body is washed away by the rain, I don't have to be afraid of being seen with hideous wounds.
The world and life, progress and standing still, confusion and disappointment, past and present, all the tediousness, all the loss of control, crying and exhaustion, go to sleep, wake up, and find that you are already in a "prison".