Ruolan

In dreams, there is always a door, and there is always a female voice singing a song that I don't understand, but I always feel it is a call, a pull, and a bond. This is a world I don't know. Everything is inconsistent with the Marxist theory I have learned, but it is so easy to accept. Have I read too many fantasy novels? It is said that people who travel through time can meet many beautiful or handsome people. I have met them too, but where are the people who belong to me? Why are there so many people I don't know but who are stuck with me? Is it my fault? Everything is so weird. Who am I? I am me, Situ Ruolan. I am not me, who am I?