A scene from Kanon

I'm dreaming a dream from long ago. The same days over and over again. Within this endless dream, I wished for a morning that wouldn't come. It's red... and white... and cold... and warm... and sad... and happy... and... and the same days are repeated. I knew from a long time ago, from years ago. Wandering in this dream... wishing for a dawn that wouldn't come... I'm always in the same spot. A ruckus with no voices, and a faceless person walks before me. No one cares about just one little child. I'm waiting for a person. A person I know who won't come. Someone I know I won't meet again. For years and years... within this repeating dream, I was always waiting... for a dawn that won't come.