When what I thought was a romantic encounter turned out to be just a ridiculous game, I only blamed myself for being too naive.
The illusory happiness that I once thought was just a game within a game. I only blame myself for being unclear.
Only by fate and fate can we come together. When fate and fate are just a game, the outcome is already determined. Reaching the finish line early is the only luck in tragedy.
I had a dream in the game. The dream was illusory and blurred, and I was filled with happiness. But when I woke up from the dream, the happiness turned into bitterness.
I am about to move the computer from bed to the desk, and I should wake up from this dream.
Although the dream is illusory, I have given my true feelings, cried, laughed, been angry, and been jealous. It is like a second life. I don't want it to disappear in the river of time, so I can only record this illusory life in the form of a novel.
In [A Chinese Ghost Story] Dream Island once posted this sentiment:
Games are just like novels, they will end one day
Let me end this dream-like game in the form of a novel