[I often have a dream like this, in which I am trapped in a winding corridor. I keep walking but cannot find the exit.
[Until the bright, frosty moonlight appeared and poured onto the ground through the large window pane.
[I don't know when a young man stood by the window full of moonlight.
[He is wearing a black robe, and the black satin ribbon embroidered with gold threads hangs down from the waistband and wraps around the ground.
[He raised his eyes motionlessly and looked at the full moon outside the window. The frost-like moonlight shone on his face, emitting a radiance that was irresistible.
[I want to ask the man where this place is, and also how to get out of this winding corridor.
[The man turned around, his half-masked face just staring quietly.
Who is he? ?
Why are you here again! ? ?
[I wanted to ask, but no sound came out. I seemed to understand his sadness.