In a dream. In the peach blossom forest, he looked back with sad eyes that instantly hurt my heart deeply. So, for the next month, I expected to dream about him again, hoping to find out why he was so sad. But, to no avail.
Two years later, I accidentally saw that diary again. Smile, laugh at how naive I was back then, so naive that I went to bed early every night for an illusory character, just to see him again in my dreams and find reasons for his sadness.
Close the diary, step on the square stool, and stand on tiptoe, intending to put the diary on the highest shelf of the bookshelf. Step on the air, fall down...
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Looking for the sound of the piano, he quickly rushed to the garden. The peach blossom forest in the dream, the pavilion in the dream, all the scenery is like in the dream. However, now the man in white is playing the piano in the pavilion instead of standing in front of the pavilion. It's him, it's him, the one I can't dream of...