"Dance with me"

"Why? There's no music"

"There's no time like now, the sun is fading and the streets are emptied"

"They're lonely"

"Not if we fill them again"

"With what?"

"Love"

"There's no love in this world"

"If there isn't, I wouldn't be happy and my presence here would be utterly useless"

"Happiness doesn't exist, everything is useless"

"It does exist if we make it"

"How?"

"By laughing"

"I dare not break the silence in this empty street"

"Why not?"

"It's frightening, chasing it away is foolish. It would come back again soon enough"

"It isn't frightening, it's merely dull"

"Like the world is dull, passive and numb"

"Not all is black"

"I don't see any colours"

"Open your eyes then"

"They are open!"

"Then start looking, look at the shades of purple in the skies, the remains of the sun and your reflection in those windows. Look at their beauty"

"I see what I always see. Misery, cold, distrust and indifference, the world is covered in a dark shade of grey. I seem to be blind from the colours you find so magnificent"

"Then create some light yourself"

"How?"

"Sing! Smile! Search and you'll find that there's some beauty left, still"

"How can I when I don't feel the way you do"

"Do something that makes you happy"

"What do you suggest then?"

"Dance"

"There's no music"

"Then we'll dance to our own little song, without rhythm or words. But it'll be ours and beautiful"

And she took his hand and danced with him under the fading sun, when the streets were emptied.