Flowers Are Not Flowers, Mist Is Not Mist Novel Version

The snow melts, the grass becomes green, the grass becomes green, and the flowers bloom. It's silence, it's noisy, it's dreaming, it's round, Dreams, tears flash through the June rain, and laughter hurts parting at this time. Dream Illusion will eventually fade away. In time Create a dream, your own dream. In my dream, I promised myself a thousand years The vicissitudes of life, if the meteor has not passed by Starry sky, so are the shooting stars still beautiful, can they still make me happy? Dream? Looking up at the stars at forty-five degrees Sky, the moonlight shines on my body and wets my memory. Me Looking at the moon, I ask it you See, I'm smiling at you. It said, no, I didn't Seeing you smile, I say goodbye to my dream Illusion will eventually fade away. Create a dream in time, your own dream. In the dream, promise yourself a thousand Years of vicissitudes, if the meteor does not streak across the starry sky, then whether the meteor Still beautiful, can I still be there? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.