Ray is currently lying on the green grass. The wind blows, swaying the grass there and also making Ray's skin feel cool. Once again, Ray looks at the beautiful blue sky. Birds fly and chirp melodiously.
Ray is not confused about why he can be there. Because he has felt it, the feeling in his heart right now is peace.
I... am dreaming... this dream again. I'm not surprised, because I've had a dream like this before. And also when I try to recall the past, it turns out I've had several dreams about the same thing.
But why am I dreaming about this again? The peace in my heart even makes me anxious. This peace reminds me of the loneliness I usually feel.
I am indeed used to it... But because I'm used to it, I'm fed up with it... I don't want to feel this again.
For me, peace is something scary...
