Reality and my dream

Suddenly recall those days that my father was seriously sick. Our whole family went to our origianl hometown, I was sleeping in the same room with coffin, this was a scene that I had never thought of, cos Im always scared of coffin since I was little.

The dark night, broken room, old coffin... that was reality. But my dream was warm summer, nice sunshine, beach chair, families with smiling faces, office lady, travle the world, cooking pie

I think I will never able to have ture happiness anymore, just live.