I want a dream.
In this dream, you never left, and he never passed away.
We are still laughing and making trouble, looking at the warmth and coldness of the world with cold eyes, showing off our happiness.
I can still throw myself into your arms, cry when I am vulnerable, laugh when I am happy, and feel the warmth of your fingertips on my forehead.
And then I heard you whisper to me that it was all true and that we were always together.
Happiness, joy, togetherness.
I am willing to use everything I have to exchange for such a dream, just to see your smile like a flower, just to have time to say "goodbye" to you...
I only hope that the good times in my dreams will always be there and I will never be separated from the sorrow...
I don't want Yuhuaqingxing...