I was in her dream, she said.
Went somewhere with her, she said.
She invited me to a road in her dream, I thought,
‘cause that was the only road for her.
I have no memory of being in her dream, though.
Perhaps she loves me.
Pretending that she thinks this is ridiculous,
Just like a lady who spreads gossips in town,
Just like a puppy that frolics in the snowing backyard,
she’s become Samaritan woman
and advertises her dream wherever she goes.
I doubt she can hide her love for me like that.
Call me if you miss me. Don’t just dream.
Maybe it’s a joke that doesn’t look like a joke,
but what a world in which only a road in dream
is allowed. That a man loves a woman is a problem?
How many women are waiting for me in the road of her dream?
Delusion is a daily bread for men so
I am always wandering in my dream
wondering which way to go.
No matter how you live, life is a dream,
If you dream a dream in your dream,
one of the dreams might become a real dream.