I can't understand why the world is the way it is, why living things are the way they are, or why I am the way I am. These fundamental questions weigh on me like a massive boulder.
I can't understand.
I want to find the answers.
"If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it."
"You can't figure it out because the time isn't right yet."
Dear world, I accept your challenge.
Theme: The answer is tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that
Maybe many things are meaningless in themselves. What we give it is what it is.
Can't figure it out, can't figure it out, can't figure it out [cat's claw]