深くて暗い緑の眠りのなかへ

I want my own place, with time to myself, where no one will disturb me, no one will come barging in. I want my own time, my own place, where no one would disturb me, no one would come in here. How lovely it would be if it were... a pleasant evening, with a fine gentle rain outside, in late May or June, surrounded by plants and their soft, natural aroma. It could be a small, secretive café. [From Steam]