At Two O'clock in the Afternoon

It's two o'clock in the afternoon and I can't get rid of the sleepyheads. So, am I still alive? Is it a dream or reality? Who is behind the carrier that can go back to the past? Is the return to fantasy or reality? I don't know and I don't want to know. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly. The butterfly was Zhuang Zhou, and Zhuang Zhou was also a butterfly. So, is she Zhuang Zhou or Die? Intention: The moon waxes and wanes, and people have their fortunes and misfortunes. I never get entangled with virtual reality. The people around me are the same people at that time, and let the rest go.