This isn't the first time I've dreamed about him.
It was still the bamboo hut, and you could smell the unique fragrance of bamboo. He was still dressed in white, and his hair was tied up casually with a bamboo hairpin. Although I couldn't see outside the house, I still knew it was raining lightly outside. He didn't know what he was writing. He suddenly raised his head and glanced at me with a half-smile, but I didn't know how to react.