Dream Redemption

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not mist. Come at midnight and leave at dawn. How long does it take for you to feel like a spring dream? Going like a cloud in the morning, nowhere to be found. The child is not me and does not know my feelings. I am not a son, I don't know what I love. When will you wake up from the big dream of Sanqiu? Duke Zhuang dreams of butterflies, and I dream of you...