Some say dreams are the lingering warmth of a past life.
Day after day, I lose myself in the same old dream, meeting the same figure over and over.
There is an ancient legend:
Those who refuse to drink the Forgetting Water of the River of Forgetfulness must endure eighty-one trials by karmic fire, burning away every attachment to the mortal world.
But if that attachment runs bone-deep and the love is too strong to break, and they somehow endure three years of torment, day and night,
the ferryman of the River of Forgetfulness will make an exception, sealing a lingering thought and half a memory into their soul to follow them through reincarnation.
So it turns out that a reunion across vast mountains and rivers, through the cycles of fate, was never a coincidence.
Led by an old dream, I will keep my promise from a past life.
In this life, I came into the world for just one person.
I really like this kind of sweet article that is not exaggerated. It makes my heart beat faster, as if it is like my own love history.