I watched a very old tragic movie last night. I watched it at 3 o'clock in the morning and cried myself to sleep. I dreamed about something that happened a long time ago. In the dream, the face of my first love boyfriend appeared very vaguely. It was very plain, with my favorite smile, just like the first time I met him. His hand reached out to me, trying to press the top of my head as usual. I subconsciously dodged it, but was suddenly awakened and broke into a sweat. I took out my glasses on the bedside and put them on. I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 5 a. M. And I had only slept for two hours. I sighed and looked at the dark sky outside the window. I sighed because I couldn't fall asleep no matter what...