It seems that the dream of "a magnificent drama that lasts all day" while sleeping is actually only about 30 minutes.
My active senses positively distort the flow of time and cause such illusions. Comparing the universally flowing "time" with the time that we spend, what we experience can differ.
I don't know whether the drop of time that spills from me will moisten the atmosphere or become a source of the taiga, but it is true that it was born from myself and seamlessly flows.
This piece is composed of two scenes: pop and vivid "active time" and moisturized "universal time" guided by a chorale. And, the whereabouts of the drops of the listeners?

(Yosuke Fukuda)