The vast sea of people clings to the driftwood that is the only hope of survival, but there is no hope...
In the end, whose sorrow is whose? Who is whose salvation?
"Can you love me?"
"Already missed it."
"Can I love you?"
"It's your freedom."
"I really love you."
"Why bother..."
We can't be together
But that doesn't mean I don't love you
we are together
But that doesn't mean I love you...
Dear
you are my driftwood
With my dying breath, I saw the light
But
Was your driftwood ever me?
...