“ ‘Fifty years’ happiness.How long is 50 years?”“Er,a hundrrred and fifty school terms.”“Will you love me that long? I don’t think you will.”“Of cause I’ve loved you a whole week already,haven’t I?”
Life is what you imagine. Although it is not necessarily romantic, it is a dream where you are.It's all dreams, it's all dreams, it's all dreams,where are we? Where we are?where we are?are dreams.This is the proof of my existence, I exist, so I see a clear self at the moment, so there is.