In 1983, an era that I have never experienced, there may be old trains, there may be entertainers walking around the streets, there may be less developed airports, and there may be teahouses everywhere...
In this way, I traveled back to an era that I did not know at all in my dream, a city that did not exist in the real world at all.
There is no sense of familiarity, there is a lot of traffic, the end of the road is endless, and I still get lost when I get to the airport.
Before the hustle and bustle of dust had settled, the old friend who was driving to the fourth floor of the teahouse by the street remembered a passage that was inadvertently clear. Although it was in a dream, he told me that life is based on fireworks, which makes it more real.
A long, long road, only cars and no people. The moon is white, a white that I am not familiar with, the moon that should be far away seems to be very close to me, and when I stand near it, I look even smaller, and I run along the road to the end , got on a train that I didn't know if it was the right one, chatted with a middle-aged man I didn't know, took a cigarette from him, but couldn't ignite it.
The two people who were supposed to be together disappeared in a dream...