Isn’t it painful to think for too long? I can’t think well because I can’t sleep. This, this, this makes me suffer… Will this night protect us? There shouldn’t have been things like smartphones… Fly me to the moon. Sometimes I feel an unbearable longing. Ah, what do I do now? Will we be okay? Will our Earth… our Earth… our Earth… Will the inevitable morning sun greet us? Love me… 4:05 is such a boring time. A dull and tedious time. Our time when we don’t know where to go. Stories and songs we love will enrich our lives. We’ll be okay.