I have had many bizarre dreams, and after waking up I can only recall fragmentary images.
I was once a passer-by among them, watching their lives go on an unknown track, and at a certain moment, I suddenly became them and felt the turbulent emotions.
After waking up from the dream, I always want to pick up a pen and write down their story, but I always put it aside due to various things.
Now here, I can finally muster up the courage to write down their memories word by word on the blank page.
The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are confusing.
Their lives quietly took shape at the moment the words were written.
Concept: Nan Ke Yi Meng, Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou