Do you believe in fate?
Do you believe in eternity?
I don't believe that time heals everything, I don't believe that fate is destined, I don't believe that it's always you who has gone round and round, and I don't even believe that you said you would love me forever when I was seventeen.
But that rainy night I had a dream. In the dream was everything I missed, in the dream was everything I expected, in the dream was the young and beautiful me and you, but I suddenly woke up, looked out the window, and suddenly started crying, as if I had had a terrible nightmare.
If this nightmare can't kill me, why bother arranging and directing these imaginary scenes; if this nightmare can't save me, why bother imagining and hoping for these clear skies.
I couldn't tell whether I was escaping or asking for help. I couldn't tell whether I was in reality or fantasy. It was ten times harder to tell the difference between life and death than between life and death. I felt like a raindrop falling from a banana leaf, and God knows, it was raining heavily that night.
Concept: Story in a dream