During that summer, he had a long daydream. In the dream, he went back to his childhood. On a patch of green grass in early spring, they hugged each other and rolled down the hillside. The rolling down was always very fast, accompanied by laughter, but Luo Mosheng knew that they would always have to climb up the mountain step by step. This was true in the dream, and it was true in reality.
Intention: If you can really touch your beloved, will this hand be warmer? He doesn't know. It's like he never knew that the person in the dream was smiling happily, but his heart was cold.