People had to have dreams of living in this world, and only in this way would life be better. Some people put the dream on their feet, and they may travel around; some would entrust the dream to delicious food, so they would try all kinds of table delicacies from land and sea, while some would only make a dream in mind, so they would never put it into practice.
Perhaps nobody would know that Irish hid a small cockhorse in her heart. She would put it under the sunshine when the sun was bright and sway it leisurely. It was her dream, a dream from her childhood.
She couldn't figure out why she would be obsessed with cockhorses. Perhaps it was because of its adorable appearance, or it was because she wanted to find back the happiness she had owned before.
She would never forget the sunlight that day when the branches and leaves had just sprouted. And the sunlight was mottled while the newborn sprout revealed pure green.
