This work borrows the title of the masterpiece in order to represent a childhood memory. When the night comes, the rehearsal ends, the forest becomes a dance floor, and in the artificial surrealist atmosphere, which is longed in my dreams, coupled with the fancy music, I intoxicate myself. A DJ struts his stuff, yelling, roaring, and giving vent to his furor. When the dawn comes, everything returns to real in the thick fog.

Music and light is set against the backdrop of nature. There is no plot, no beginning and ending, no time. Scenes come and go, like those flashing-by desires on your mind. An idea is aroused from the mind; an ideal is aroused from the reality, like a wildfire, abrupt, violent, and uncontrollable.