He then embraced me and leaned into my ear,
Whisper my name, tell me your love for each other,
I think there is nothing more painful than falling in love, and nothing more lasting than pain.
Always sinking inadvertently while being happy.
But in his mind were sarcastic murmurs and a bloody reality.
When I wake up from the dream, I reminisce about the tingling pleasure. As the bells ring in the night, I feel lost.
Maybe waking up also means the story is coming to an end.
(Ps. First person, be. It will be sweeter in the early stage. A newcomer is jotting down a dream. Please forgive me for my poor literary talent.
Intention: Maybe there is no profound past expression, but the story still makes me remember it in my heart.