April 20 2000: 

Everything is a pure white... He was imprisoned in a room, and a bird is his only companion. He'd get very scared when the bird attempts to fly away from him, and try to capture it in his grasp again.
He was so alone, and he loved the white bird.
He'd row a boat across the beautiful lake with the birdcage, his chained hands holding on to it. In the dream, it was as if the bird was a lover.
When, one day, he woke up, to find the bird perched on the windowsill, giving him one last glance, before flying away. He'd drop the glass which he was holding, and sprinted after the bird, as if he could fly...
In reality, he fell, from the sky, to the earth.

It's so sad. Why do I like it?
Nevermind, beautiful things always pass by.