People often say that life is like a dream. But I really have been living in a nightmare my whole life. Familiar faces interspersed in my dreams. Everything is incredible, twists and turns, seemingly reasonable but shouldn't exist. Whose hands are stained with blood?
I have not slept well in more than ten years, and I have never been so eager to wake up.
But when you wake up, is it the end of one dream or the beginning of another?
Hush——, my mother said, I can't say the name of the person in the dream. In this way, he will die.
A young girl with a sweet smile tugged on my shirt. Humming songs and jumping up and down.
[The baby goes to sleep quickly, the crows and magpies are sleeping on the tree, the kittens and puppies are sleeping in their nests. . . .