Dream Within Dream, Chaotic Life

Fall asleep in the cold and soft moonlight, pillowed on a comfortable quilt. At eleven o'clock in the night, the heart is beating, the work of the liver, gallbladder, and lungs begins, and new blood is injected into the spine, the liver detoxifies, the heart beats, and the organs are dormant, quietly waiting for the dawn. On the streets at night, vendors are grilling, and smoke is billowing from the food. Machines in factories are constantly turning and making noisy sounds. The lights in high-rise buildings stay on all night long, and the city is lit up by countless people. A hunchbacked figure in a coarse cloth jacket walks through the alleys and streets. The sound of busy and chaotic footsteps is heard and heard. The moment the white cloth falls, countless lives count down and wither away. People in the tiny universe are like grains of soil in an hourglass. Real life is beating, and the superimposed space of dreams is playing...