One space, the same time; under the same sky, in the same air.
Two people who are almost identical, two people wearing masks.
Black and white are different, but they are the same.
Hidden beneath the ornate half-mask of lacquered gold, we smiled, the same smile that would appear to anyone.
But who knew that when he took off the mask, his face would be full of tiredness.
After years of hard work, the only thing left in my eyes is the still living self in the mirror.
------I'm tired.
------I want to sleep.
But I'm afraid of waking up from the dream.
Can anyone tell me how to prevent everything in my dreams from disappearing with the wind?
Can anyone assure me that when I wake up, I will not see the people I was familiar with just now, but the next second I will be like a passerby,
Like nothing happened.
------For ten years, I have never closed my eyes until dawn.
If I don't fall asleep, there will be no dreams, and then I will lose nothing.
Let the dreams I had when I was stupid become memories.
That's fine.
------Or am I wrong for thinking this way?
Opening your eyes, you disappeared into the green breeze.
Without the mourning of the wind, without the greeting of the Mother Earth, all that is left is the dense white bones that I least want to see.
"Just do what you want to do until that day comes..."
Even if you lose everything, you will gain me.
"How about it? It's a good deal, isn't it? Boy."