She has been dreaming of a great god all her life, with a graceful silhouette, eyes as ink as water, a mind as quiet as the sea, and an obsession that will last until death. Drink a cup of pure and elegant jasmine, and sing a song of joy in the cool dusk. It ran over my secretly emotional mood, leaving behind the lightning and thunder in summer. After the tossing and turning, it was beyond redemption. I sighed softly, wishing to draw the ground as a prison for you.
She fell in love with him in the dream, and when she woke up from the dream, where would she go?