That night I had a long nightmare.

I dreamt that I was in a big and magnificent church, where there were sacred and solemn flowers and clusters of fragrant flowers and white Roman pillars.

A lot of people came, looking happy, looking forward, whispering and looking forward, as if they were waiting for an important moment to come.

Suddenly, the snow-white and dazzling lights came down from the sky, and I could hardly open my eyes. Meanwhile, the grand music began to ring around the church, and a cluster of white pigeons flew over the church.

The eyes of the crowd looked at the door collectively. The door was opened...