When I wake up from a dream in the south of the Yangtze River, I don't recognize you. I only remember the beautiful woman smiling, holding up the wine glass, and inviting the moon to me. I don't ask where my love is.
The garden is covered with flowers, and I listen to the sound of rain in the middle of the night. I wish I could forget the river, let go of the past, and forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
Beginning.
Dark and boundless. Cold, soaked into the flesh and bones. Like a place that has been forgotten by the world for thousands of years, there is no sunshine, no sound, no touch, only darkness and despair that will never end.
And I am right here.
But I don't want to, I don't want to stay here.
I want to go out.
Let me out.
I yelled at the top of my lungs, but the answer was a blank reply. I walked forward at a loss. I didn't even know where north was or where south was. I couldn't find the direction. Why am I here? A flash of clarity flashed through my chaotic mind.
He stood there blankly, looking up blankly, but he saw a light spot suddenly appeared in front of him, and he felt joyful in his heart. Sure enough, there was no end to the road, so he ran towards the light spot with all his strength. That's the exit, I can go out, I don't have to stay in such a helpless place.
What came face to face was a dizzying dazzling light.