That night - I dreamed of ghosts.
Compared with a ghost, it is more like a water-blue illusion, as erratic as the sea, floating in a fixed place and unable to reach out to grab it, with ripples as blue as water rippling on its body.
It was a figure of pure sea blue, tall, blurry, but as slender as the onion velvet in a dream, as delicate, light and clear, crystal clear and pure, as clean as a fantasy, as broken as a broken dream.
"So this is all your colorful dream.
Your sweet dream that never wakes up.
Along with it, along with your passing years. "