I want to hide myself in every soft dream I have. In the dream, I can hold you tightly, hold your hand, and say to drowning: I love you.
I want to hide myself in every world without you, where I can talk about you at will, tell everyone about you, and say to you: I remember you.
And you? Where are you going to hide?
Concept: The love you had when you were young has become an obsession, and who is looking forward to the day when the obsession will be resolved?