The protagonist is a small boat drifting in a calm, silent night. She is covered in wounds and has become a cradle for a traveler. Her partner's sad sleeping face shows that no one else can approach her. She doesn't know where she is going, but she keeps heading north. The hands that were supposed to be connected have come undone. It seems like she has never been able to be loved. She is always confused and can't find her way back home. She cries out for help, but no one hears her and she feels very sad. She doesn't want to hear anymore that she is alone. The rain from last night has soaked into her heart, erasing her past. The rope that was supposed to be tied has come undone. The boat, like her, can't stay still. She is always confused and can't find her way back home. She shouts, "Find me," but her voice still doesn't reach anyone and she feels lonely. She holds her knees and waits. She is always lost and can't even shout anymore. She walks through the darkness. "I've lived like this, alone." She doesn't want to hear that anymore. Her determination of pretending to be strong dances on the surface of the water. She can fly in the sky, as if she was able to from the beginning. She is always confused and can't find her way back home. She shouts, "Find me," but her voice still doesn't reach anyone and she feels lonely. She holds her knees and waits. Everyone is alone, always lost with no road to follow. The boat moves forward on top of the waves, just drifting. That's how she lives. Right now, she is with someone, and she doesn't know where they are going. She always wants them to be by her side, even if she can't hold back her tears. The darkness is faintly illuminated. That's how she has lived, for you alone. She wants to become the Polaris, just for you.
