Time flies so fast. I don’t want to calculate how many years he has been gone, because I have never dreamed of him, and maybe I want to forget him. Anyway, I have never dreamed of him once. I am a person who loves to dream.
But last night he came to my dream. In a month of sunny and warm weather, he spoke to me, and I felt the love slowly. He still loved me, and even waited for me somewhere I didn't know.
When I woke up in the morning, I lay in bed and savored the scene in my dream. Everything was so real, as if it really happened. The warm sunshine, his warm words and familiar smile, he was still what he was at that time.
arrived at school. When I wanted to record this dream, I couldn't put together the complete clips and could not grasp the shadow of the dream. But I knew very clearly that he had come to my dream and talked about this when chatting with someone, and then couldn't help crying.
Lying in bed in the afternoon, I couldn't help sobbing. I thought I hated you, hated you for not loving me well when you were alive, and hated you for leaving so early.
I suddenly felt that I still love you, but it’s a pity that you went to another world. It’s been 17 years since 17, and it was the first time I came to my dream. What do you want to say to me?
