Thinking is like a painting. You can outline and describe it at will. The painting you think about is remarkable and beautiful. It is also like a beautiful time travel, the imagination and fantasy of the vast sea and sky. It's like the whole world is your image, so perfect and fantasy.
You are the fragrance of roses close to the curtains of my dreams. You are the beauty of opening the curtains of my dreams. I miss you with all my heartache and the beauty of the pinellia flowers.
The beautiful thoughts linger in my heart, as if my dream is at the end of the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
