1977
Emi Kodama, Thomas Jouanjean
We're in a dining hall at a table full of people
Several lights on the chandelier are burned out
It is not yet late
Among these strangers, I feel like I already know you
That we're not sitting across from each other by chance
You've been looking at your glass for a long time
Sipping the wine in it slowly
The reddish light flickering across your skin
The sun behind you remains frozen