词：BGM 运输王
曲：BGM 运输王
I often drift into the air, looking down at the
body curled up in the dead of night, named
"I."Feeling alienated, yet also sensing a cruel compassion.
It felt like watching a first-person tragic film,
where both the protagonist and the audience were me
I shed tears for her foolishness and clapped for her persistence.
The strangest thing is that I can clearly analyze
my symptoms, causes, and even prognosis
yet I am unable to prescribe any effective treatment.
The rational me, calmly observing the emotional me
is holding an eternal memorial ceremony on the ruins named "you.".
I split into a doctor and a patient
writing the diagnosis neatly and beautifully
but the illness showed no sign of improvement.ng in the air