Unknowingly, for a moment, I wanted to fall into that kind of dream again. I don’t know whether that dream was caused by real life, a dream I had when I was sleeping at night, or those moments when my mind jumped. Things have already formed a picture.
I always feel that to some extent, my creativity inherits the memories of my previous life. What kind of person was I in my previous life? What kind of story do I have? I never knew what that actually meant? I hope that some people have constructed a world, but their hearts are equally strong. They can write the most gorgeous stories in the world, and they can also find their own souls in their own lives.