I live in a dream, where there are mountains, water, grass and trees covering the sky, and the fragrance of flowers. If you walk a few steps forward, you will find a gurgling stream. Occasionally, there will be a few live carp jumping out of the lake. It is very beautiful. The cool breeze lifts my hair, and it is hidden. There were vaguely clear ringtones and the rustle of bare feet on the grass. I turned around and saw pure white, ankle-length black hair, and an unparalleled face. The person opposite me in the painting was my, dearest person.