We’re running in Dream.
You shout, and then the clouds in the sky become more red and red.
“Come on! Guy! They are really really angry! Don’t shout again!” I feel I’m very very angry, like those red clouds.
You said: “I know! I know!”, but I think you AREN’T sorry.
I choose not to talk with you again.
Dream’s Lovers are running after our, time is go out, but I don’t tell you, I jump to the dark, by myself.
Later, I wake up.
The sun on the sky in summer is laughing stupide me.
You still in Dream.
I think maybe you haven’t died, you just run in the Dream FOREVER.
SORRY, my friend.
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