I don't wanna open my eyes.

Ah, damn. It's this dream again.

'Cause I'm not gonna see anything. It's just gonna be another dream of white space.

Not that I wanna see a meadow of flowers either.

It's not just because I don't wanna see that empty space again.

There's a limit to how much people can remember.

Suzie Q and Holly said they saw a dream about him through these things.

I'm not that sentimental about it.

It's like this whenever we bring flowers to his grave. They say you're supposed to remember things without realizing it.

A dream is just my mind reorganizing itself. Anything within them is a reproduction of a preexisting thought.

That's why...

I wanna say, "I wanna forget", right now.

Because when it comes to that stupid womanizer...

There's nothing decent I have to remember him by.

Why don't I have a single photo of him?

I've been mulling on that for so many years.

The landscape is being revolutionized each passing day.

People who couldn't meet within walking distance can see one another in no time at all.

Within my head, the old space of memory I had reserved for him gets smaller and smaller.

At this rate, I'll completely forget about him.

That's why I hate being sentimental! I'll rot my brain away!

Alright! It's just a dream!

It'll be the same as always. I'll open my eyes, see nothing there, and that'll be the end of it!

Okay!

...Okay.

Ready...

It's okay, Papa.

It must be because he's taking his time with his present.

It's because you're so important to him.

He's thinking real hard on it right now.

Ah.

It's a warm color.

Same color as his hair.

Didn't want to see flowers everywhere, but why do I got a wheat field?

You saying flowers don't suit me?

I just know you'll see something beautiful too.

Have faith that you will.

The faraway meadow is the same color as his eyes.

The sky above is the same color as the day we met.

Damn it, that's why I called you a womanizer.

When you aren't giving presents to women, they're plain looking crap like this.

Hey.

For some reason...

I can remember so many things about you again.

But...

That's not a bad thing.

Right, Caesar.