In the face of a gun aiming at me,
all my worries and problems vanish
and only a dream remains.
I think I know why the cemetery is so peaceful.
When the gun is fired,
the dream sets off on a journey to find a place to live.
Dreams are buried too in the cemetery?
The wandering dream
builds a nest in some place with no dream
and starts a new life.
I am trying to find a gun with no bullets loaded.