I Don't Know How Many Times I Woke up from the Dream

It's like falling asleep alone at night, and being surprised to find an old friend somewhere else. We enjoy the sunset and morning dew together, and we don't know how many times we wake up from our dreams. How does it feel to look at the dizzyingly white ceiling? I want to ask you... If the heart is flying far away and the mountains are near, there will be a phoenix coming to rest on the parasol trees. I am thinking of the spring breeze of the Milky Way, and I hope that the building will be filled with flowers tomorrow. What kind of joy would it be to caress your face? I want to ask you... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.