Looking for the lover who was alive,
Drifting in the tunnel of time and space,
Why are you searching so much?
Why do you sacrifice everything?
If you don't love, why is it like this?
So what if you find it?
Why not find other grass?
Because we have promised each other with our body and mind long ago...
PS: The title of the work has been changed. Even though I know no one is watching, I still say it.