If it concerns you with no name,
Return my dreams to me.
I had a dream of us. Multiple times.
By the busy halls of a mall between the north and the east,
You stood there under the sunlight peering through the glass ceiling panes.
I would forget about you when I'd awaken. And yet you would remind me of you during the upcoming nights.
Your every detail had been burned upon my dreams from your hair down to your shoes.
How I would see every place I had made up all at once in your eyes.
And now, it seems that whoever you are, you'd woken up and had forgotten me like I did you.
The only problem is that I don't know how to go back. And the beams of sunlight had only woken me ever since.
I search each place, hoping to find you.
How do I remind you? How many nights have you fallen asleep, unaware of me?
Return my dreams to me, or take me with them.
