I call it a boat because I like the ending song of Death. Life is like a boat. For many years, my life for the first twenty years was like riding a boat against the current. It was hard and made ripples at the same time. This year, I am 22, and I have moved for the fourth time since I started my own struggle. In just over half a year, I have experienced rain, snow, wind and frost.
Floating Island is a pseudonym I gave her because there is an island in the name of a song she likes. It just so happens that I am a boat. I travel in a boat and live on a floating island. The floating island is a coral-covered thing that drifts with the sea, and those who ride the boat will eventually have a moment to leave and go home. This story and the name are particularly appropriate, and even the coded things are similar to us.