To fill the hole for the promise made many years ago.
My four seasons are like a long, long dream. In the dream, the train bumps and whistles constantly, and there seems to be an endless tunnel. Click, click, bang, boom, boom, woo, all kinds of sounds are shouting in my head, and slowly the sound becomes quieter. The sky becomes bluer, the bluer, the sun shines in through the car window, and I sit in the shadow of the sun...