The stars falling in the night, the past events of time, appear and jump across the sky.
The passing wind, the mottled tree shadows, and the withered leaves fall off, spin, and fall to the ground.
The melodious music and the silky low singing cannot erase the graceful figure engraved in the mind.
I like to see all this, like a slideshow of changing silhouettes in my dream, digging into the memory fragments deep in my heart.
Dreams are a beautiful destination and a place to breathe under the weight of reality.
I hope that when I wake up from my dream, what greets me is your crystal-like eyes embedded in your smiling face, reflecting the moving colors like the light of dawn.
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This is the story of a young girl who gained spiritual salvation while struggling in her heart.