In my dream last night, I saw someone who left a strange impression on me.
I think you know that there was some sort of incident at my childhood home, due to which I was taken in by my current parents when I was still just a small baby. Naturally, it seems perhaps more accurate to say that I was abandoned. Whatever the case, unfortunately only the vestiges of my memories of life with my birth mother remain.
The person I saw in my dream was a woman with eye-catching, splendid black hair, and seeing the movements she made whilst combing it, and the way she plucked at the koto with her beautiful fingers, somehow made me feel indescribable nostalgia.
When I think that she may be my real mother, I begin to think more and more about my hometown, and it grows so severe that it's almost suffocating.