Being obsessed with you, I am no longer lonely. Remember every night, the habit of leaning on the bed holding tomes that have been read. Sharing a taste for scholarly pursuits, understanding the deep-rooted problems of thinking: Yu Tan discusses literary dilemmas and structures while meditating on literary phenomena; Bi Shumin explores cracking the password of happiness in real life; Yoshiko talks about the calmness and loneliness caused by Lee Hall; Zhou Guoping philosophizes about life and examines the rules of life due to Yang Yu's interpretation of Qingzhao's lamentation brilliance... Gradually, I fell in love with the philosophy of books, fell in love with quiet nights. Each night, the desk lamp bears witness as I hold the book like a beloved child, gently lifting her veil of mystery, quietly enjoying her abundance, and savoring the spiritual joy she brings me. At that moment, there is no fatigue, no irritability, no loneliness. I do not know when irritability and wandering lingered in my heart, nor how lonely days lingered on my pillow. All along, I imagined torment, fantasized about sentimental impulses, suffered from the loss of this awakening. However, long-term fantasies and suffering could not free me from the tangle of sharing heart, helplessness, loss, powerless disguised once again as a calm, steady man, my heart was ultimately impressed by your charming style, because of your primitive connotation captured me.
Numerous nights passed, and a ray of swirling depictions remained in my mind, willingly worshipping at a crush on you Nama fascinating landscape. Now, every night comes, and I still lean on the bed holding tomes that have been read. After several times, whenever the clock struck, I found the pages spread out open on the first page. Originally, scholarly pursuits no longer brought me such enthusiasm, but your charming style led me into a reverie. I tried once to get rid of the shackles of this reverie, but I had fallen deeply into it. After all, a dream will wake up, I was confused, I struggled, I tried, I persisted, the fact is, all the bother was futile. Each night, leaning against the bed lying down, I couldn't shake off the charm that brought me a reverie. I cannot deceive my own conscience, I had fallen into a habit of looking into the abyss before falling asleep - a crush on you, every night with reverie, obsessed with you, every night is no longer lonely. Since then, infatuated with you, I am no longer lonely. An occasional greeting agitates my calm palpitations; you inadvertently looking back can eventually lead to the depletion of my love for me; a shallow smile at me is the most brilliant flower, a brisk pace for me is the most beautiful dance. In fact, even if you did not care about me, I was already intoxicated. Yes, you are afraid to see my soulful eyes, you are afraid to hear me say so, thus I do not have to declare to you what, deep down I would like to shout loudly: I am really obsessed with you, but I disguise the pain as if nothing had happened because I can't bear to disturb your nerves. Alone in missing the corner, holding a sweet reverie Lianzhao to you, watching you walk through the glorious journey of life, I will no longer be lonely.