Those dreams were so vivid that I could even smell the soft smell of lavender in my mother's bedroom, the smell of powder coming out of the dresser box, and the smell of dust floating in the air when I walked around. The dreams are not completely similar. Sometimes when I walk down the stairs, I can hear music somewhere in the house, playing "Waltz of the Flowers" intermittently and repeatedly. Each time, before I can find the source of the sound, the music stops abruptly.
*Both sides of the river are filled with flowers. May you be free in the next life.
*Memory is the best swindler
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