身爲一個被知識給填滿並永遠是全世界最清醒的人，是什麼感覺？
算起來是精準的六年後，怎麼一切變得如此模糊？
有人把這艘小船擱置在充滿煙霧的一個房間
也許這樣一來我們就能看懂：
好人怎麼定義，什麼情況不算太差勁
作夢與現實的差距，什麼樣的誠實才算真理
如果我們早點發現別人眼中的自己其實並不是自己，還笑得出來嗎？
真的非常高興能夠認識你
真的真的也非常榮幸能夠學懂你
所以現在可以告訴我了嗎？
身為一個在全世界裡唯一正確的人，是什麼感覺？
How does it feel to be the most sober one that fulfilled by knowledges?
How come everything becomes so blurry?
After six years.
Somebody put this boat into a room with smokes.
Maybe in this way so we can see:
What is kind, what isn't fine.
What is dreamy, what isn't a veracity.
What if we have known we are not one else being, will we still smile?
It's such a pleasure that I met you.
It's also such a pleasure that I've learnt you.
So tell me now
How does it feel to be the only proper one in everyone's world?
