The Wind Blows and the Flowers Fall

This dream has appeared in my diary countless times. But I still record them in detail every time. This dream gradually became clearer. When I was a child, I only dreamed about it occasionally. Later, this dream would appear in my mind every night. I was a little scared, but more of an inexplicable expectation. I often caress those pieces of paper with the same handwriting engraved on them, and I feel like an old man caressing his own life, with a feeling of familiar nostalgia.