I've been dreaming for the last few days—weird but empathetic dreams, so much so that when I first woke up, I couldn't tell who I really was.

The world in the dream is too poignant, it's all emotional things, and it's all sad things, but after I woke up, I found that the tears that slipped down next to the pillow towel turned out to be not a dream.

I really miss it, I miss the people in my dreams who make me miss it, but those dream characters that make me reluctant really don't exist, even if I pour my heart into wisps of true love in my dreams, even if I meet under the peach blossom dock, even if I laugh at the end of the world and see the sea dry and lime rot, but they all fall with the dream when I wake up, drift to the corner where no one notices, and drift down to the world that can no longer be found.

If I don't wake up from my dream, I will be drunk and sleeping, and continue to play the role of the person in my dream; If the dream does not wake up, I will surely know the appearance of the man who makes my heart ache; If I didn't wake up from my dream, I wouldn't have known that I was so lonely in reality.

However, the dream woke up, and it was so heartbreaking, but this was the calling of my heart.

Although the moment I woke up from the dream, I didn't know why there were tears in the corners of my eyes, but the person in the dream left a mark on my heart.

Whether I am married or evil, in this life and this life, I want to find, with the best self, to find the missing dream Yiren.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 37: The dream is too beautiful, provoke my pity is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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