There used to be a river here with a lively spring that kept it going. And even underneath winter ice, the crystal water kept on flowing. But when it met a rock, it just went around. Until rocks became a dam and it found no way out. Could it be that the current's slowing down? Could it be that it's drying up into nothing? Could it be that the current's slowing down? If I could only look you in the eye. If we could just face all problems and fight. If I could only look you in the eye. Because by persistently streaming in to them, in time, even the heaviest rocks can be moved aside. And clouds will come and wash the heat away. And the dam will break. Everybody loses it sometimes, don't give up on me.