Dreams Are the Only Way to Meet Again

The farthest distance in this world is not life and death, but the fact that I can only see you again through dreams. In that old building, the spiral staircase always hovers in the dark, and the blue butterfly is the soul that leads the way, flying to the dimly lit window. You are at the other end of the window, I am at the other end of the stairs, and the wind is full of unspoken names. I carved "Dreams are the only way to meet again" deeply on the glass, and ran my fingertips across the cold texture. I was afraid that you would forget me, and I was even more afraid that you would remember me too deeply and be trapped in a dream and be unable to get out. But if we can only rely on dreams to meet again, I would like to sleep forever, let the blue butterfly stay on the window lattice forever, let this obsession be eternally entangled in the light and shadow, and never dissipate. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.