-Excuse me, water please. -Yes.
When did you leave on Saturday?
Around 2:30am. Seemed like it was wrapping up.
No? It was still popping.
-Did you stay out all night? -It was bright when I left.
You're so young.
I'm an old man.
How old are you again?
I forget.
I wonder... at what age do you become an old man?
When you start asking silly questions like that.
In Tokyo, I feel like I'll live life without realizing I'm old.
Isn't that scary?
A bald, wrinkly man running around in shorts.
Yeah, but they exist.
True.
-Can I tell you about my dream last night? -Seriously? Dream?
Sure, go on.
My middle school English teacher.
You have memories of him?
Not really. He was picked on pretty harshly by the students.
"NK12"
-"NK12" -Thank you.
"YS05"
-"YS05" -Thank you.
"KT01"
-"KT01" -Thank you.
"YM04"
-"YM04" -Thank you.
"RE05"
Thank you.
I'm so sorry! Forgive me!
Wow, a dream-like turn of events.
Yeah.
Are you in trouble?
Yes.
Woah.
What are you doing?
What? Why?
Who cares. It's a dream.
Dream? A dream?
I know you know.
That's why we can do this without knowing each other.
Even if this is a dream...
But in reality... wait, this isn't reality...
As long as I'm living inside this...
Doing something that I wouldn't in real life
feels not very dream-like—
What the hell are you doing?
Oh, that ex-girlfriend.
-You're still not over some things. -That's not it!
What the hell are you doing here? Have some shame!
-Well, it's a dream. -Huh?
Listen to yourself. Embarrassing.
Who's that woman?
Doesn't concern you. We've broken up.
Come over here. I'm gonna smack you.
Why should I?
-You come. -Get over here!
The hell I will—
A sax?
You play the sax?
Learning.
Your dreams are so honest.
Humming a vague melody that came to my mind
I shall head to somewhere
It's not a fine view
but, I guess it's not that bad
The man smiling at me
I think I have once met before somewhere, sometime
Calling me to come closer
and will take me to somewhere a little further
Though there is no sign
I wonder what will happen
My aspiration is so far away
Let's talk tomorrow, about tomorrow
On the street in the dusk
Making a rhythm with my footsteps
Don't stop.
What?
Continue your song.
Sunshower falls
and a rainbow appeared far up in the sky
My aspiration is so far away
Let's talk tomorrow, about tomorrow
Move forward or stay here?
Make a rhythm of footsteps?
Whether do or not... it's up to me