Life Elsewhere (APH, Puao Lord)

He looked up and saw the exquisite branches of the plane tree against the gray sky. And the pianist standing under the tree. ——Mr. Big Idiot, you are late. ——Anyway, I've been late many times. You don't mind if I'm late one more time, right? He narrowed his eyes slightly at the pianist, the winter sun was particularly dazzling. He discovered that the pianist under the tree was nothing more than an illusion. (Puwen, ALL general/common ALL may be large, please be careful if you are in trouble...?)