I often have a dream, which is a vast and endless dark space with no sound. In the deepest part of the darkness, there was a man standing with his head lowered.
He himself was emitting a faint light, and upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was countless dust falling from the sky, each dust emitting a very faint light. The thin light fell on his shoulders, and the tips of his hair seemed to cover it up...
Then, the dream woke up.
What remains in my mind is this sentence: In this dim world, you and I must live on.