Spring sleepiness makes people wander between sleep and wakefulness, and sometimes they even vaguely think that dreams have merged into reality. Although a good friend once said, "If you sleep without waking up, you must be nostalgic," but I don't believe this.
I understand that everything I have not completely forgotten is just the embers of memories. Occasionally it is blown by the wind, confusing my eyes and heart. However, these embers will eventually fade away. By then, I will wake up from my stupor.
Concept: Forgetting is not the opposite of love