I have many, many dreams.
I thought everything was true, but they always touched my furry head and said: "Kid, you think too much, you just had a dream." Over time, I began to believe it.
I had a lot of beautiful dreams.
I run on the big stars in the sea, I ride in a car named Sophora japonica, or I step into the sunless sky...
However, in every dream, there is someone who leads me to an unknown place.
His deep brown eyes, his neat and clean hair, and his wonderfully fragrant white shirt.
He told me his name was Weiming.
He exists in my dreams.
Every time I woke up, I was faced with pure white, pure white floors and sheets, pure white curtains and everything.
Finally again,
A guy wearing colorful clothes broke into my pure white world,
At that moment, I felt colorful...