Mankind who left the life supply from the Almighty does not know why they exist, and yet fears death. There is no support and no help, but mankind is still reluctant to close their eyes, braving it all, drags out an ignoble existence in this world in bodies without the consciousness of souls. You live with no hope. He lives with no aim. There's only the Holy One in the legend, there is only the Holy One in the legend who'll come to save those who moan in suffering and long desperately for His arrival. In the people who are unconscious, this belief can't be realized so far. The people however still yearn for it, yearn for it.
