This is a true story, it seems like a dream but not a dream, it is also true and it is false. If you are willing, I will tell it to you.
On days when the sky is clear and the clouds are clear, you cannot be found in the ocean, desert, fields, plateaus, depressions, villages, cooking smoke, cities, lanterns, crowds, streets, alleys, a person, or a room...
Come to think of it, life is just a dream...
Intention: to express one's feelings