C111 Wind and Rain Swaying

In this dream, there is you, there is me; there are ideals, ambitions, pride, loss, happiness, pain, and that indispensable regret. The old dream was still vague, the past was blurred, in the spring and autumn, flowers were seen in the fog, the water looked at the moon, floating back and forth. Life is like a dream. Perhaps my existence is not a dream that you chase after. However