"Then, for no reason, an old dream makes one sober..."

'Many a dream makes riot in the dusk.
One dream ousts the dream before, then is driven off by the next.
The ousted dream is black as ink: so is the one that stays.
Both seem to say, "See what a fine colour I am.",
Fine they may be, but in the dark you cannot tell.
Nor can you know in the dark which one is talking.
In the dark you cannot tell, with your fever and headache.
Come, clear dream, come.' ~Lu Xun

"Then, for no reason, an old dream makes one sober;
Alone, and out of the light I think of sorrow." ~Lu Xun