"When I make a play, when I make a play, I must still be thinking about you.
Pinch a pile of mud, pinch you, and protect me with trembling hands."
Even in my dream, I will always protect you and love you
are you listening? That's not my blood, that's my overflowing love.
Are you still there? That's not my blood, that's my hot tears.
You always say that I have no purpose. I don't understand. Now I understand. Everyone is here, where are you?
Intention: Does it matter whether it is true or not? As long as I'm with you, it's real.