I got up from my dream, wiped the cold sweat off my forehead, and walked to the living room to sit down.

I reminisce about the dream, but it is a little blurry, and I can't even remember it.

Walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and there was nothing.

Tear open the instant noodles and cook a bowl, swallow it with the sleepiness that has not yet woken up, take a sip of a glass of water, and hurriedly take the key and go out.

When you come to the underground garage, start your long-parked motorcycle, and go to the outside world, the afternoon sun is scattered in the rush of the city, and only this ride can have a little pleasure.

Thinking about where to go, it's wonderful.

But I don't know where to go.

Riding a bicycle and walking on a busy avenue.

The shrill whistle was so noisy.

Lost in thought.

Gradually drive away from the city, come to a slightly farther place, bypass a few meanders, come to the mountains, and are thinking about the geometry of life, the cool breeze blows.

Curious, he placed the car at the intersection to avoid other vehicles and climbed up the steep slope of green grass.

From here, you can see the cityscape, which is refreshing.

The sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and I had to block it with my hands.

When he put his hand down, his pupils widened.

In front of that, there is a cherry tree that should not bloom this season, but this one is an exception.

Beneath the cherry tree, there was a sword, slightly tilted, standing here.

The breeze blows the petals towards the sea of stars.

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