He was once the star of music, loved by people. When did the gilded and gorgeous concert hall begin to fade into this dirty, second-rate underground club? He doesn't remember. He seems to forget everything. But when he went to sleep, in those twisted dreams, he then remember those broken past.

"Not only do we forget to dream, we forget what we forget."

 

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