Last night I had a frightening dream, in which my life experience was pitiful. Suddenly I realized it was my hometown. The moon is frozen in the broken window, and the lonely pillow reminds me of my past.
I vowed to change my past and seek my destiny, surrounded by thousands of layers of smoke and mist. I wish to clear away all the clouds. Pushing aside the dust and mist, I finally saw the red desk.
Intention: The fog is thick, only the light can disperse it