2025 When the rain never stops, 2019 when the sun is dazzling,
I almost ran into the arms of the man in the white coat with the mole on his chin.
Originally they were two parallel lines,
That ridiculous "jumping" from the rooftop,
and the half-red fruits falling under the pomegranate tree,
Twisted into a rope.
The way you take off your thin-rimmed glasses,
And the red flowers of the pomegranate tree bursting in spring and the green fruits falling in autumn,
It all became evidence that I couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.
Now that narcolepsy has given me a chance to do it again,
Then this dream life,
I want to tangle with you again.
Qiu Yu
Half immersed in the cold rain of 2025 and feeling sleepy, and half basking in the warm sun of 2019 and bumping into the wind, when the pomegranate flowers fell on her shoulders, she still couldn't tell which part was a dream and which part was reality.
Wu Xing
The shadow of the white coat swayed across the pomegranate tree in the hospital, the footprints of canvas shoes were imprinted on the university playground, and the mole on the chin concealed the encounter between two people in time and space. He always reached out just when she was about to fall.
Dream travel/psychological rebirth/self-reconstruction/dream philosophy/inner power
Intent: Taking the rift in time and space torn by narcolepsy as an opportunity, Qiu Yu, who is trapped in a suppressed reality, seizes the opportunity to start over in the intertwining of dreams and reality, breaks away from the shackles of obedience, and completes self-awakening and transformation.
