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.
Having experienced many things, are you feeling a little shaken in your heart now?