It seems that they have long since grown accustomed to it all, and they drink and sing karaoke as they look out over the wasteland. Their lives are like the discarded bottles floating in the waters-they float around on this patch of land, powerless to change their circumstances. They can only go where their environment takes them. They are rootless and without powerful hopes, not to mention dreams.
似乎他們早已習慣這一切，面對一片荒蕪唱著卡拉 OK、喝酒，生活就如同凝滯積水上的空寶特瓶，在原地飄來蕩去，無力改變周遭，只是順應著環境在空間裡外晃盪，不著根，沒有什麼強烈的希望，也談不上絕望。