I woke up from the dream, and heard the familiar dialogue of two children not far away. We were back to back, counting to a hundred. Have you hid, and which sky to hide in. We kept guessing like this. If this continues, it will only make each other tired. We have one encounter, but the chance to fall in love is like hiding, a competition of hiding and searching. The obstacles are always so long. We all thought that love is like hiding, and it is wonderful to cry and laugh. And guessing each other like this , is a kind of harm.