一就从我的那个梦说起吧。那段时间我经常做梦,每次都做不完,即使调整了休息时间也不管用。我经常在醒来之后看着卧室白色的屋顶,努力在脑海里寻找这个梦的痕迹。我想把那些记忆中的碎片拼接起来,然而,绞 Let’s start with my dream During that time I often dream, every time I finish, even if the adjustment of the rest time does not work. I often looked at the white roof of the bedroom after waking up and struggled to find the trace of this dream in my head. I want to splinter those pieces of memory together, however, twisted