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adoxography!
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Hello Mr. Dream-Stranger
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Do you think it's possible to fall in love with someone – stranger that constantly appear in your dreams? I've dreamed about him again this afternoon. We together, gazing at the after-storm sky bathed in vermilion sun ray with pink and purple hue as the big grey cumulonimbus clouds drifted away.
You smiled when I saw your side profile, it was lovely and I found myself smiling and laughing softly. Your gaze was so serene, almost made me wonder if I could bottle up those gazes and carry it with me everywhere so I could feel the warmth for eternity.
I thought I had a camera with me and I took the picture of the setting sun, but did you know that I secretly took a picture of you too? I guess you didn't. You know, you had the most charming smile I've ever seen. And... was it my eyes or you had a pink hair? Pardon me if I saw it wrong, but try to believe me; pink is my favorite color. Don't worry, you're still as charming as ever with that color on your head. It didn't make you less manly or anything, so save your pout or I will make you.
When I woke up, the first thing I have in mind was your name. But it was so fleetingly fragile memory that it disappeared right away from my mind and believe me; I actually spend half an hour just to try remembering your name. I'm sorry, it was futile. But! I know you know mine and it actually relieves me. Well, it was pleasant meeting you, Mr. Stranger. Can we, by any chance, meet again in another dream? Maybe this time I'll learn your name and we can have a nice chat about your life and mine. That would be lovely, indeed.
Oh, Mr. Stranger, is your name related to something about summer? I think I can guess your name starting from Cicadas to Firework. I just have this silly hunch, that's all.