In the center of this wide sea, one lonely whale speaks lowly. No matter how much she screams, the fact that it reaches no one is bitterly lonely, she closes her mouth quietly. Certainly it’s fine, it’s nothing I don’t care. When only that thing called loneliness stops at my side, I become entirely alone a padlock full of loneliness. Someone say it, “You’re happy. I see you laughing and smiling all the time. No one can stop by your side, You’re fine as you are.” These words that are said so easily to me soon becomes a wall, loneliness itself becomes something you can see even if you block my breath while locked inside towards that surface. Lonely whale singing alone like this, can even an out-of-the-way island such as
