Today, this dream has become a mirage that you can't see, do or hear. Soft grass has become hard asphalt, and the adorable, crisp and clear call of the birds has become the sound of cassette tapes. This is not what we wanted, is it?
如今，這夢想似乎已成了再也看不到，做不到，更聽不到的幻想，柔軟的草地變成硬梆梆的柏油路，可愛輕脆的鳥語聲，竟然變成了一卷卷的錄音帶，這，並不是我們所希望的，不是嗎？