The round moon is covered by floating clouds, just like a shameful young man who has run away from home, not knowing where to go. It is too early to review the familiar feeling. The steps are so heavy that I can't lift them up. It seems too late to talk about what to long for. Can't find the answer.
What about the goal of just surviving?
Light it up with firelight!
Don't get lost in the endless darkness.....
Young man who is on the road to find his true meaning, don't look back.
I'm always watching you.