Dreams Are Like Swords, Piercing the Heart

Whether it is a dream or reality, it will eventually be pushed forward into the long river of history by Father Time. The rolling river water may pull you down at any time. The bitter river water hits your brain and pricks your softest parts. Let you fall into the mud of pain again. - The cruel river is like endless sorrow, soaking you from your feet to your head. The whole person was trapped in the river, drinking the river water in big gulps. You shouted for help, and the air, solid, and liquid media that can transmit sound disappeared inexplicably at the moment you shouted. - After drinking enough water, the whole person sank straight down. The person is dead, but the brain is still alive, replaying the lost dream again. Sadness once again turned into a sea, roaring, and swallowed me up heavily. -