When the disrepair railroad tracks were lying on the ground, the world was silent.
I still strode silently,
Write down in the face of catastrophe: firm belief.
When time spins like a tsunami,
When my world is like a spaceship going to the moon, it screams sharply and falls backwards.
I still stubbornly looked at the craters around me,
Write down: stand firm in the deep darkness.
I want to draw a bright meteor with my hair.
I want to use my gorgeous dreams, dandelions flying all over the sky,
Under the tinkling moonlight of independent platycodon grandiflorum,
Write down with a confident smile: firm belief.