Last night, I was awakened from screaming with a nightmare.
I dreamed that I was dead due to the two words "seven and sunset" in Chinese
forms plus the upper line.
It's the word "death" in Chinese.
Therefore, I was screaming from that nightmare and was awakened by such a
metaphor. I felt that I alomost died from the drowned ocean.
I felt terrible and horrible with a scared face up.
Maybe the nightmare was telling me that I will be dead at somewhat time.
At the present, I am still thinking to fall in love with men instead of
doing the job just and learning from wrong.
I miss 7 and the little young boy, le petit prince.
P.S. Le petit prince loses his fiancee and would not get marry now.