For ten years, I always wandered in the dark.
I was waiting, watching the dandelions in my dream disperse with the wind, looking forward to it, but not knowing why.
In the past ten years, I can always see you in my dreams.
Sunshine, sky, grass, flowers, every frame is so real.
Only you are blurry.
Who are you?
Why does it appear in my dream?
But in my memory, there is no trace of your existence.
Intersecting parallel lines, have we ever passed each other?
In the dark, the one who pushes forward and gets closer is you or me?