I wander through this hypocritical world, walking the border between light and darkness. I watch people struggle between light and corruption, then sink into an endless sea of darkness.
The world is all noise. I sit alone in one corner, listening to the tide in my ears, and all I can hear is the roar of the shore.
Even I have become caught up in it, unable to break free.
In this boundless world of mortals, when will it all end?
"If one day I have no choice but to die, I hope I can die by your hand. Then find a quiet bay and scatter my ashes into the sea."
"All right." At that moment, the shore roared. I'll be there with you.
