——— youthful memories are like a withered old dream. As with the unpredictable weather, never try to catch its tracks.

It was a heavy rain that had fallen in the city not long ago, and it was so devastating that it is still talked about by people who say it was the heaviest rain ever, but I have no reflection of it, and I have the same dream several times a week.

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Wisteria blooms in dreams; The moonlight is pure white; Fireflies fly. The dream was so illusory, but I could smell the flowers, a scent of flowers I had never smelled before, and I could hear the chirping of the trees, where even the sky was so close to me, and I could feel the wind clearly through my hair and fingertips.

I've never seen so many wisteria roses, not even in books, but I know that the purple flowers hanging from the sky must be wisteria roses. I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I know it from the bottom of my heart. I brushed aside the bunches of wisteria and saw a large lake in the distance, where the moon reflected white light on the lake.

Walking slowly towards the lake, I saw a person sitting not far from the shore of the lake, along a path, I got closer and closer to her, it was a girl sitting by the lake with a bamboo umbrella, I don't understand why she has to wear an umbrella in such a good weather.

Walking behind her, her slender body was wearing a white skirt, and her slender fingers were holding the wooden handle of the bamboo umbrella. The bamboo umbrella doesn't seem to belong to this era, and the light green umbrella surface is painted with unnamed flowers, which makes the girl even more mysterious.

She seemed to realize my presence, and slowly turned her head, the purple hairband tied to her ear fluttering in the wind.

I saw her eyes, big eyes with double eyelids hanging on her white face, and she looked at me innocently.

My heart was pounding, and my cheeks were hot when I looked at a girl so close for the first time.

Every time I tried to restrain myself from looking up at her again, all around me suddenly darkened, all the sounds disappeared little by little, even my own breathing and heartbeat could not be heard, the oppressive feeling was so strong that I was a little frightened, every trace of air became heavier, and I began to inhale heavily to prove that I was still alive.

The moonlight had been obscured by the dark clouds, leaving only those eyes, as clear as water, looking at me softly.

Then the faintly lit eyes finally disappeared little by little, blurred little by little......

When he opened his eyes, Kiriki heard his own heartbeat again. Lying on the soft bed, he felt grounded.

It's the same dream again, but this time I still can't see her clearly. Kiulownia rolled over and thought. But in my heart, I am sure that this girl must have a rare beauty.

He sat up from the bed, put on his slippers and opened the curtains, the strong sunlight preventing him from opening his eyes. Under the raised palm, he looked at the high-rise buildings in the city, the wide roads, and the breath of the city, I am afraid that the pure land in the dream will not exist at all, he sighed, turned around and walked out.

In the morning, while brushing his teeth in front of the mirror in the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, as if he saw the girl in his dreams.

'Who the hell are you and why do you keep appearing in my dreams?' That's the answer he wants to know most at the moment......