Save some of the dreams I still remember over the years

This dream is a little sad.

It was a strange man, all he knew was that he died on the battlefield.

I saw him lying lifeless in his mother's arms with empty eyes.

The old woman lowered her head and maintained the posture of holding a child for a long time. Also, no matter how old he is, in her eyes, he is a child who can be wrapped around with one hand.

And all I could see was her dull, dry hair.

Two hands stretched out from the darkness, grabbed her son's shoulders respectively, and lifted him up slowly. Then came hundreds, thousands of hands, pulling him into the darkness.

She couldn't wrap her arms around her child after all.