"We are all caught in this vortex, no one can stop, we are all caught in this vortex, no one can redo, we are all caught in this vortex, no one knows who is the master of this world, who is the creator of this world?"
Who can know what is right in this world, and who is wrong? People can be stimulated; everything on the deserted island is built upon their own lives. If everything on the deserted island can be traced, then they accept their fate, but nothing can make up for them.
Everything in the world is so special. No one knows what is reality, no one knows what they want to do. Not even knowing what they are capable of, what they want to do now is nothing but a blank space.
The distance between life and death is so simple; no one knows what kind of realm life and death are, let alone how they entangle in such a realm. Yet they just don't want to think, don't want to act!
