This is a story intertwined with dreams. The funny thing is, I am a dreamer. I came up with this term myself, and I think it is very appropriate to describe myself. I love to dream, but after experiencing the ups and downs, I will forget them and lose them. So, I am a dreamer. I don't understand why I, with such a good memory, lose my dreams, or even remember none of them. Perhaps, I should believe in the saying "What I lose is my luck, what I gain is my life". What I gain is my luck, and what I lose is my life. Lost means lost. All I can do is write them down before I forget them completely, so that they can leave some traces of their past in the vast world.