I have had many bizarre dreams.
Sometimes the dark sky drops drop after drop of blood; sometimes countless rotten faces rush in; sometimes the blood-red moon shines on the earth...
But without exception, my perspective is always behind the camera.
In the dream, I was about to live or die, but when I woke up, there were only tears on my face.
Until grandma gave me a key and opened the door of the ancestral hall.
Behind the door is a man dressed in white.
He walked towards me with a smile
"Cheng Xia, I'm back."
Intention: Oh oh oh