When God closes a door, there may not be another way out.
The dreamy first half of my life was like a mirror in the mirror. At midnight and early morning when the plane landed again and again, I saw the snowflakes dancing in my heart through the narrow oval window.
Dreams particularly prefer midnight. Even in the noisy and unbearable environment surrounding the outside world, I secretly rejoice in my heart, as if a force of life has arisen to readjust the world against ordinary suffering.
In this quiet midnight, dreaming of a person dancing in this wonderful world, suffering and blessings come at the same time with the falling snow.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
