Do you have a dream? For better or for worse, it's so over-the-top and crazy. When I woke up from the dream, I didn't remember anything. It is the most ecstatic feeling in the world. We once really existed in dreams, but in the end we had to turn into sand and drift away in the wind.
Everyone has dreams, and the origin of dreams is human memory. Those fanciful dreams are the abstraction of memory and reflect emotions; while those dreams that are so real and frightening are the memory itself.
I often have some very special dreams, which are memories that do not belong to me, my relatives, my friends, a stranger, or a tree.
But in my twenty years, a dream has appeared repeatedly, a dream that can never survive the dawn.
In the darkness without dusk or bright stars in the dream, the silver water droplets flying and falling on the soil are not rain, but the memory of returning to the earth.
The other side of the river is full of bright red manjushuahua. There is a man standing with an umbrella in his white clothes.
I know that I will never see that person again.
The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
Summer nights are always very short. At dawn, it is raining lightly outside the window. I have forgotten this dream.
I just vaguely remember it in my heart,
I seem to have been waiting for someone.
Wait, it's been a long time.