Every morning at a few o'clock in the morning, a vague figure walks into my dream. The man looks gentle and graceful, but I can't see his face. Every time we are about to see each other, a bright light hits me - I wake up. When I woke up, I forgot about that person and those things. I felt an emotion that was difficult to express. I really wanted to be in a dream...
Concept: A small dream life for Internet literature lovers