The question came from my college roommate. When I heard this question for the first time, I was very touched. This story started a long time ago, and I don't know how to continue it, nor what kind of ending it will have. How lucky I am to see you in my life.
When I was fifteen years old, I had a dream.
From then on, he never woke up again.
In dreams,
I became my favorite person.
It's a pity that you are not you.