There are countless nights in a person's life, accompanied by dreams that may seem illusory or real, and so do I. In the past countless nights, every dream and everyone in the dream lived at night. So far, I have never had the desire to write about them. Until he appeared, I desperately wanted to take him out of the dream, and wanted him to live every day with me. I wrote down the dream about him before I forgot it, but I thought I really had no choice...