I always dream, always have a recurring dream, there is a young man in the dream, we hold hands, across mountains, rivers and seas, over sand dunes and wilderness, through thorny forests, he always holds my hand, we cling to each other, accompany each other, with unwavering faith in our eyes, in the end, we often After passing through a long corridor, at the end of the road, I gently let go of his hand. He looked at me with sad and sad eyes. His obsidian eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the ends of his eyes were red, as if there were waves. I couldn't bear to see it, so I stroked his brow, smiled at him, and said softly: "Wait until I come back."
I woke up from that oppressive and nihilistic dream countless nights, dripping with cold sweat and unsteady breathing.
I remember the appearance of that boy, I love him, I miss him, but he is not with me, nor in the world. He is in my dream, this beautiful and cruel world, with the ebb and flow, people coming and going, the sky is vast and the earth is vast.
The mountains and rivers are vast, the seas are vast, and there is no other.
Concept: A beautiful and cruel world