Half Awake, Half Dreaming, Half Human

In the winter month of 1996, I came to the human world. In the days that followed, I raised puppies, fell in love with a few people, laughed in the lively crowd, and was quiet in my own corner for a long, long time. I often wonder, how many things can a person remember in this life? The lamp in my childhood, my mother's meals, the sound of my heartbeat when I fell in love with someone for the first time, the puppy lying at my feet and snoring... Some of them are very clear, and some are blurred, like a dream. So I want to write down these things - the family dinner table, the quarrels and hugs, the first heartbeat, the unspeakable goodbye... Sometimes I feel like they are real, sometimes like a dream. Half awake experiencing, half dreaming memories, and the human world is just enough for me to finish this life. This is not a story, this is proof that I lived. In this book, there are my family, the people I have loved, the rooms I have lived in, the nights I have cried, and the little lives that waggled their tails to accompany me. In case you forget it later, you can still look it up. While I'm still awake, while the dream is still here, while I'm still in the world. ——A person born in the winter month of 1996 writes to himself. Concept: Every person with delicate emotions has swung between liveliness and silence, and has been unable to tell whether a memory is real or a dream. I write this to tell my future self: Look, those slight waves are not dreams.