I was troubled by indescribable thoughts and dreams, until I met that handsome face like a succubus, no, I met that man (it didn't seem to be a human). It doesn't matter if he disturbs me in my dreams, but in reality he still uses that face that attracts so much attention to shamelessly seduce me, guide me, and tug at my heartstrings...
But why is the lover of my dreams a butterfly! ? It turns out that I am not mentally disordered and mentally healthy, but his identity is too special. After I woke up, I touched his wings tremblingly. He said that he was an alien. I guessed that he was an interstellar Zerg from science fiction novels. I also thought that my dreams seemed to be connected to a parallel world in a certain universe...
Before I could figure out what was going on, I dreamed of a second bug, and a strange psychiatrist told me that a third one would appear. I get a headache when I think that the three handsome men in reality are based on insects. Although I am no longer afraid of them, what does their identity have to do with me? Why are you only obsessed with me?
Hey, here's the introduction to the literary version:
The bugs all know that winter is coming, the butterflies know it, the cicadas know it, and the spiders know it too;
I don't know, but I watched them come to an end, and this time, they allowed me to see who I really was;
Thank you to them, knowing the fateful outcome, they are still willing to lose and sacrifice, and go to death to achieve my success.
Before winter came, I received three seasons of love letters from bugs, coupled with my own winter love letters, which gave me a new lease of life in the surging love;
After the winter came, the meaning of their existence merged into me. I accepted these three desires and accepted myself as a whole.
I love them, I love me.
Intention: love myself