A speedpaint of an original character called Dayren set to a poetic monologue about wanting to escape and find freedom. The speaker reflects on a lover at the movies, cosmetics, and looking toward the cosmos, repeating lines about love and touch over introspective, melancholic music.
—then I can't. No, I can't wait to get far from here. No, I can't. I can't wait to get out of here. No, I can't. No, I can't. No, I can't wait to get out of here. I see you at the movies. I see you with your lipstick on. I'm looking at the cosmos. I'm hoping that we'll get along. It's time for innovation. It's time for us to make a change. It's time for a Chinese New Year. It's time for me to make a wish. All the words I said in love, they don't mean nothing to you. All we had to do was touch, and there's no nothing better. When the day, when the day I've been reaching for you, nights between us, all the way, all the way. You've got it. It took so long to bear. It's The way you got it, it took so long to bear, and we've been waiting for it. All the words I said were wrong, they don't mean nothing to you. All we had to do is touch, and there's no nothing better. What the hell are beds for? Only. They go waiting for you, wasting, wasting fondle time. It's all by your side. You got it to do, love. You got it to do, love. You got it to do, love. You got it to do, love.
