When I woke up, my frail body no longer allowed me to remember what kind of beautiful dream I had. It was indeed a beautiful dream, but it was incomplete. In the hazy dream, there was a dark sky that looked like torn paper. I could not see which goddess was it, and scattered colorful and brilliant pink petals in the mist, floating like that from top to bottom. Slowly spreading towards the invisible open space, as time goes by, a yellow light suddenly appears in that limited space, and sometimes it turns into white light. The petals are sometimes present and sometimes not. When the car pulls into the station, we wake up from the dream and feel that this sleep has left a particularly deep impression on me. It is like there is an angel in my spiritual world, and I am no longer alone.