Dreams are like smoke, dreams are like fog, illusions are like thin curtains in the heart.
The dream seems real, the dream seems fake, and it seems like a family marriage in the mind.
Dreams are like flowers, dreams are like catkins, floating like Xiao Yu with crisp hands.
Dreams are like immortals, dreams are like realms, and flying is like the scent of red lips.
Dreaming like you, dreaming like me...
The dream is me, the dream is you, holding hands as mandarin ducks, talking about separation with hatred, complaining about the flowers blooming too early, falling easily into mud... Crushed into dust, the fragrance remains the same...
------------------Dream last night