When I was very young, I would always have a strange dream. In the dream, there was a vague figure smiling very gently at me, stroking my hair, and telling me many bedtime stories that I never expected to hear.
In a dream one day, he told me that one day he would come to this world to be with me.
I'm looking forward to it, longing for it, waiting silently.
Children will eventually grow up, and everything is changing. My family, my friends, my lover, including me, are all changing. And where are you with that person in the dream? Maybe you have forgotten the little boy who was young and restless, or the boy who has grown up has long forgotten the person in the dream deep in his memory.
From being alone to following the crowd, from light to darkness, I have been moving forward, looking for that figure that has long been blurred.
From Dorn Morse