Dear, do you still remember me?
Turn left, turn right, who will I meet at the next intersection?
Who is he? Whose am I? Who is my him?
The blackboard is filled with chalk words
The teacher said that daydreaming is ridiculous, daydreaming is shameful, and daydreaming is a pity.
It's raining outside the window again
wet my wings
What can't fly is my dream