what the writer want to say...
(i think)is the world,
the world which was worse and worse.
and the world is not like it meant to be.
we are children of the world...
and we are children of the moon...
we were standing in this world.
we can't find tomorrow.we can't find meaning of life.
especially hyde...
he just stay in dark, he just keep silent...even love.
keep distance with sun and window...
the past...warm...and...beauty...
just stay in the past...
and we...
just burn in the sunshine
and smile at that picture which with our happiness...
everything and every dot became forever...
at that time...
