肌が海の底の砂に触れた時の感触
無防備なまま鳥の群れのように飛んで行く私たち、、、
物語は海から始まる。
A sense of touch the sand on the bottom in the sea.
We're flying without the guns, Desire would be lost to the nature.
The wonder that soul holds the incredible place.
The memories conquer the contemporary time.
A moment the living doesn't connect  to the love.
Equal is the happiness on the economy even if love?
The difficulty is to save the innocence.
Tiredness because that the body and mind couldn't belong to the season.
A scariness to lose something on a little selfishness.