I have been reluctant to wake up from this dream for seven or eight years, because it was the best dream I have ever had.
I often wonder if he will come back to see me, glance at me secretly, and then leave quietly. This is how it is written in novels, and sometimes I would be so stupidly looking forward to it. So for the possibility that one day he might come back to see me, I smile every day and wear clean and comfortable clothes, just to look up and see that person inadvertently, and then smile at him safely. This picture has flashed through my mind countless times. I will think of this picture when I meet a difficult customer, I will think of this picture when making pastries, I will think of this picture when reading a book, and I will think of this picture before going to bed. It seems that I am working hard to live for this picture. Even I feel pathetic when I think about this. Five years have passed and I still haven't woken up from the dream.