云层上的天空蓝得不像样,轻柔的风抚着我的脸颊。遥远的云海中仿佛有轻灵歌声回旋着传来,我努力地想飞向那里,却发现离它越来越远。歌声越来越缥缈,最终消失在天际。这时我便会醒来,带着满心的惶恐与迷茫。不知从何时起,我开始做这样的梦,越来越频繁。 The blue skies on the clouds were not as good as the gentle wind stroking my cheeks. As if there was a ghost song in the distant sea of ​​clouds circling, I tried hard to fly there, but found it farther and farther away. More and more vocal song, eventually disappear in the sky. Then I will wake up, with full of fear and confusion. I do not know since when I started to do such a dream, more and more frequently.