I have two very loyal lovers: my computer and my shadow. They never leave or abandon me, accompanying me through happy and sad days. Only they know my innermost thoughts; under the moonlight, they keep me company as I gaze at the mournful beauty of the moon, and in the deep night, they listen to my confessions. Perhaps I can only spend my future years with these two lovers. I do wish to truly have a lover, one with whom I can grow old together. Don't advise the smoking woman to quit smoking. Relevant thematic articles: The Mournful Beauty of the Moonlight.