Alone on a train aimless in wonder

An outdated map crumbled in my pocket

But I didn't care where I was going

They're all different names for the same place.

The coast just appeared when the sea drown the summer

I've no words to share with anyone

The boundaries of language are quietly cursed

All the different names for the same different.

There are different names for the same things

There are different names for the same things...