When we met again, he was wearing a school uniform, wearing a big oily head on his leather shoes, sitting on a bench, and holding a book "How to Become a Boss" in his hand. I really wanted to ask him for the link to this book.
A dream, a happy dream but also an empty dream.
We stand under the flowers and step on them. Your sincere words have become the reason for me to persist.
I had a dream that you bent your knees for me.
It's always a dream...
Intention: How to say, a sudden whim of nerves