The Dreamer's Soul Moves.

In the last hour of leaving this city, My sister and I were waiting for her boyfriend on the street, I saw a punk man walking in the distance, The moment our eyes met, I thought of the man who rescued me many times in my dreams, But he walked away into the distance without looking back, I know, Everything is just wishful thinking in a dream. #Favorite_1{color:#FAFAFA; font-weight: bold; border-style: double;}#favorite_1{color:#FAFAFA; font-weight: bold; border-style: double;} Intention: