Ocean. Desert. The world. Everything is the same thing But different name. I see ocean. I see desert. I see the world. Everything is the same thing But different name. It's life again.
The mirage of the desert, I can see its shape but I couldn't grab it, I pray that I will survive in this endless desert, I pray that it is not the reality.
At last I grabbed the mirage and it became reality, The desert I was once afraid of became that sea by our blood, sweat and tears, But what are these fears among all the happiness, We all know too well this place was originally a desert.
I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to rest. (No, how about resting just for a little bit? No, no, no) I don’t want to lose. It was originally a desert. (Then let them know everything. We have to achieve more).
