The weather is scorching, at the beginning of summer, the mole is singing, the earthworm is vibrating, and the king gourd is born.

In the bright years, who has been neglected, who has been added to the color, the heart is cold, and it is difficult to escape from the loneliness.

A person, a dream, a pursuit, a lovesickness,

It's just that the face is blushing and drunk, and the whole cavity is gradually darkening.

The ordinariness of reality is visible, and it lacks a heart-warming taste;

The mystery of dreams is so subtle, but it is frequent.

But after all, I want to have a real dream called "reality",

But after all, I want to have a single name "fantasy" dream,

But in the end, it will cross the line between "reality" and "virtual dreams".

Dream wake up dream sleep, wake up sleep sleep, sleep sleep wake up, wake up,

Who can distinguish the unreal, and who can distinguish the reality,

It's rare to be confused, it's really rare to be confused!

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 96: The weather is hot, the heart is cool and cold, please wait a moment,

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