Waste Notes

A butterfly flapping its wings can cause a storm, and the dreams derived from each person at night will bring strange stories to reality. A place that I have never set foot on actually has a strange sense of familiarity. Those things that are happening, who arranged the dreams at night. Feng Changsheng looked at the figure passing by, was she her? She looked at the retreating figure, who was he? The car window was rolled down, and the Liying portable lunch box in front of me was handed to me sitting in the car. I looked at the squirming mouths of mine and hers, and the sound I heard at the beginning gradually disappeared. I woke up from the dream...