The world of mortals has never thought of hometown for thousands of years.
Wasting time.
A compassionate life
A brief time full of pain
generation after generation
The alternation of years, the cycle of suffering
Every sad, happy, bitter and happy experience in the world of mortals
It's all about waking up your memory.
The pyramid your brother built for you.
Brother flashed for you with a spaceship.
"Crop Circles" embroidered by sisters for you.
In the world of mortals, every scenery you have seen.
This is all because you can remember your hometown.
And set it carefully
You also have a short stare.
Imagine you are wearing a blue shirt.
Soaring in the starry sky.
Let the heart gallop
Follow the sunset and flowers
This real scene is called "fantasy" by you.
You will go back to your past again.
That heavy dream
Drown the pasture where you let go of your thoughts.
You will eventually wake up.
Tired hearts are no longer depressed and confused by this drive.
You will wear morning dew.
All the way through the dusty experience.
Let thoughts roll and sing on the horizon.
Millennium. The past was just for experience.
Balance everything you encounter.
Let the choice no longer be confused and confused.
Wanderers also have hometowns.
Mountains, running water, flowers.
There is also a pasture where the soul can gallop.
The stars twinkled on the way home.
"True love" is your strength to move forward.
"Light" is with you
"Free will" takes you all the way to the sun.
Your miracle
Show everything that is self-sufficient
Walking on the breeze and the bright moon
Mercedes-Benz is on its way home.
Beyond time
Mom is looking forward to it.