I could never get off this ship.
At best, I can step off my life.
After all, I don’t exist for anyone.

All that world is weighing down on me, you don’t even know where it comes to an end, and aren’t you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity of living it?  

I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by。

Forgive me, my friend.
But I'm not getting off.

Sooner or later all stories end, and there's nothing else to add.