There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and there are too many happy things, but there are three hundred and sixty-five nights, but there is not a single dream that can be completely recalled.
When I got up early, the lingering sound of last night's sweet dream was still lingering in my ears, like heavenly music. But after a while, the lingering sound slowly dissipated, scattered in the fierce wind, and flew into the distance together with the falling leaves.
You don't need to deliberately remember it, because there will always be another dream that is as beautiful as it or even more beautiful to embellish the stars of your tomorrow night.
By writing this book, I hope you will always be accompanied by sweet dreams in your life, and let them have a good night with you in every boring and long night.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
