It's not the first time I've dreamed of you.

- Chao Sheng

This time, I dreamed of your name.

It's like falling into an ice cave, unable to breathe, and cold limbs. Nightmares, constantly. Why do you always appear in my dreams? When I dream of you, it is that familiar face, but it is always so strange.

You know me, don't you?

It's just that you never called me, and you never told me what your name was. Always, leaving my back behind and sending me back from my dreams back to reality. Why, this time, you left your name to me, but told me that it didn't belong to me.

The man in the dream is called Yun Jin.

You stuffed a bag in my hand with a name embroidered on it, Yun Jin. That's your name, you say. Then, you smile at me. I felt like I was frozen in place, at a loss. Watch as you walk up to her, take her hand and leave. My heart was torn apart.

You live in the attic across the street from the cottage where I live. I like to lean against the window and peek at you every day, watch you draw, watch you write, watch you daze, watch you laugh. You twist your head out the window, I pluck up my courage and wave at you, you smile and get up.

You call me, and your voice is so good. You don't call me by name, you just call me "Hey." Then he smiled at me. What you do the most, that's laughing. And I, just standing in place, unable to speak, unable to make movements, can only look at you, and leave again and again.

This time, you're pulling her away, smiling and turning around after telling me what your name is. You're always smiling, no matter what time of the day. I don't know what that laugh means.

I hid in the hut and looked at the name on the bag, the lines were not very smooth, the embroidery was so rusty, but it seemed to me that the name was very warm.

I meditated on Yun Jin, and I couldn't help but look at your attic, but I saw you standing in front of the window, smiling. My eyes are on you, and I am flustered. You swing the bag in your hand, it's the same bag you gave me. I opened the bag and saw a yellowed note that read, "Protect you for the rest of your life." Warm, into the heart.

When you wake up from a dream, it's you who can't let go.

You, in the dream, are not you. Entwined by dreams, the mind is unclear, and the heart seems to be empty and precipitated. I don't know if you're you or not, so why are you called Yun Jin. Some people say that if you dream of a person, that person will also miss you. Then you, are you also thinking about me? As a result, it wasn't you who took someone else's hand, but left me with only my name and a promise that was far away.

Your natural movements in front of me are as strong as my overwhelm in front of you, and you bring my emotions to rise and fall so strongly, that I cannot control or escape them.

We are like two isolated barren hills, trying to get closer, but unable to cross the chasm. You can only smile there, I can only stand there and be dumbfounded. The sacred land left to you in my heart, you have never been able to enter, but I have never been able to let go of you.

You are a double flower, blooming in my heart.

Thinking of you, you are a dandelion in spring, blown into your heart by the wind. The flowers bloom and have no fruit, but they still miss you like a spring breeze.

If memory is a dream, then in the dream I hope you are my Yun Jin, just guarding me. If you don't have a chance in this life, then in the next life, you will be called Yun Jin, and I am still here. Encounter, no matter in a certain year or month, only one call, you can recognize each other. Continuation of this past life.

I don't pray that I can hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son. May your heart be like mine, and leave a place for me, so that I may dwell in your heart. Don't expect it to be unforgettable, just think about it. Your happiness is my greatest luxury.