Dream from Which I Can't Wake Up

I like to dream, because in dreams, I can embrace the incomplete and perfect you wantonly. It was a black-and-white world, fleeting like a movie reel. In the dream, there was a sea of ​​black and white flowers, and the end of the sea of ​​flowers continued to the horizon. Just like the scene I set, the birthplace of the sea of ​​flowers was an exploded castle, and inside was a half-volume of broken poems that I racked my brains to write. Every time I think about it, I feel sad and lost. I regret but feel helpless, just like the haze on a rainy day. I like rainy days because I think the only thing that keeps us from seeing each other is the unheard of rain... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.