The tiny boat, unseen by the shore Lies upon the mirror of the sky serene Giant eyes strung on a hemp rope A thousand threads and strands The delicate wind pierces through this body She will never have a chance to grow up Her pale red fingers broken into pieces A new ending I start weaving pairs of oars In the blank silence of all things almost imperceptible The me you love has disappeared into the gifts of multiverse The meaning of my existence shatters under your gaze