In this world, what is the chance of falling in love at first sight? And how to clean up the real mess behind the flash of lightning? Do we have to wait until it is irreversible before we can understand the preciousness that we have missed?
That night, he had a dream. I dreamed that I was walking aimlessly along a railway track, surrounded by gravel and dead trees, and it was a desolate place. A train passed by, the wind flowed into his clothes, and he felt like he was flying like a bird. Then he saw her, sitting in the train, waving goodbye. He tried hard to fly over, but couldn't grasp the direction. He kept flying and chasing, and he was about to catch up...
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