My whole week was occupied with installation of new machines, left no room for dreaming.
People said if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
I am lucky to have a Chinese New Year break, dreams revive.
I have dreams that are small and they do not change other people's life, but when they dry up, it is like the disappearance of phone booth to Clark Kent, though I am only Rainfield.
I need no "S" shield in order to dream while greeting you a prosperous Year of the Monkey, because this is as simple as to travel 54,000 kilometers in one somersault by Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, and because I am Rainfield.
