He woke up from his dream again.
In the dream, the grass and trees are deep. He grabbed her, his hands sticky with sweat.
"You haven't told me your name yet."
She easily broke away from him and ran away, as light as a young deer in the mountains.
The hem of her skirt was like a blooming lotus leaf or flowing water. It caught his eye inexplicably and remembered it in his heart.
He closed his eyes and tried to recall her voice. But still in vain.
Still, in vain.