
"Dream...the day when the dream started...The sunshine filtering through foliage was dazzling...the snow felt so cold...the fragrance of the tree leaves was gentle...and a small child was crying...now I can't even remember its crying face...
When was the day of the endless dream? Was it a long, long time ago? Or just a few minutes ago? Even that answer grows hazy in my dream...The only thing I can do is just wait, while I don't know whether time is passing or not..."





