The plum rain soaks the fields in the countryside, and gardenias bloom all over the mountains one after another.
Suffering from paranoia, I witnessed the housekeeper bring an aphasic girl to me.
We picked flowers together, walked along the fields, and fell in love quietly in the quiet summer.
Grandpa, who knew all the truth, couldn't bear to crush my dream, so he chose to remain silent and cooperate, carefully guarding my false heartbeat.
By the end of summer, the medicinal soup calmed my chaotic mind, and the girl disappeared quietly.
I finally woke up and suddenly understood that that grand and tender encounter and love, from beginning to end, was just a midsummer dream that belonged exclusively to me.
Intent: Loneliness breeds false longings, and goodwill can temporarily shelter a broken soul; no matter how touching the dream is, it will eventually come to an end, and people must enter reality, learn to accept failed love, and reconcile with their lonely self.