He is a dying man. I feel sorry for his parents who are getting old, and I feel even more sorry for the people who have hurt him.
During the two months he was lying on the hospital bed, he had countless dreams and dreamed about countless things in the past. He never thought that the dream he had this time would be so real...
I saw him again in my dream. It was still in college, when the relationship between the two had not yet become tense. It was so beautiful that it was more like a dream than a dream.
However, the dream was too long, and he couldn't help but start to wonder, was this really a dream...
He had no way of knowing what was true and what was false, but if he could make up for the wrong things he had done before in a dream and make him feel better, then he would not regret it even if he returned to reality in the next second.