A Beautiful Dream Lingers in My Soul, Then Falls Far Beyond the Horizon

A thought is like a painting, freely sketched and freely rendered. Within the painting of the mind, every detail can be admired, and the beauty is beyond compare. It is also like a beautiful transmigration, an imagination soaring freely beneath vast skies. It is as if the entire world were your image: such perfect thoughts, such unrestrained fantasy.

You are the rose's fragrance drifting close to the curtains of my sleep-talking dreams. You are the curtains that open onto the beauty of my dreams, the thoughts of you that linger through all my pain, the beauty of flowers blooming in midsummer.

A beautiful thought that captures the soul, a dream that lies at the edge of the world.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.