At night, sleep quietly; dreams are quietly hidden in your heart. Fireflies are attached to the night and decorate dreams. She was born in a dream, resenting the night; the night gently lifted her up and hid her in the dream. The moonlight is faint and soft, giving a touch of warmth to the dreaming night. In the forest, the water is dimly lit, and the singing of the night is quiet, which is the melody of dreams. That she was sleeping soundly in mid-air, accompanied by moonlight, flowers, darkness... And the morning light. It's time, it's time to wake up, it's time for the dream to end. You don't belong here, it's time to go. Goodbye! Night, wake up. The dream also fell, drifting into her heart with the morning light and breeze.
Intention: All things that have not been healed will eventually be guided back home.