This story originated from a dream I had.
Three years ago, I dreamed that I was getting married to a woman. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and her face was so heavily painted that it was difficult to see her face clearly.
Three years later, I dreamed of a girl again. She was a village leader. She was very young. I remembered her face and that we had fallen in love in the dream.
I woke up from the dream. The so-called Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies. I hope it is not an illusory dream, so I want to write it down.
If such a person really exists, can you come to me?
Life is too bitter, I hope a little sweetness in my dreams can bring you short-term happiness.