"I'm not ...
In the dream!
I no longer
In the dream ... "Take a sip of your lips.
Whisper—
"Would you please be absent-minded?"
"Spider, its web.
Caught the small gravel of gliding and sleepwalking ... "
Yawn loudly—
"Did you draw the beans and vines in the yellow mirror by yourself?"
"Sunshine, not too strong,
Two unexpected clouds are locked like doors ... "
The sun can't get out-
"Bud silently spits!"
"The whistle of water.
How did it get into your ears? "
The mirror bends down to look at you-
"What does the mirror look like? ...
"You, lift the mirror-can you fly to the future in advance through the mirror?"