Disclaimer: "Difficult to read and understand" is the intention of this article. Please forgive me XD. At night, I always become strange, as if my emotions set with the sun. Perhaps there really is some mysterious force in the sunlight that syncs with the rhythm of happiness. I can be carefree and laugh uncontrollably in warm light, but I can also become sharp and sensitive in the dark. Nostalgia is that fleeting moment of being moved. In the hustle and bustle where all sounds are drowned out, memories flood in without restraint, overflowing for no reason at all. The guardrail of the high bed partitions off a seemingly independent space, where I am alone, very free. Free to indulge in pessimism, free to forgive myself for being overly sentimental, free to choose to fall asleep with sadness, and free to mend the broken pieces in the bright morning. All negative emotions belong only to the night. But indeed, that's me too. Even if it seems overly sentimental, it comes from the heart, just like T_T. There's one advantage to not having any light—it allows me to remain hazy and not have to despise or conceal myself. I haven't stepped onto that rooftop again, nor have I deliberately thought about why. Leaning against the railing of the water room during evening study breaks every day, I unconsciously look out and always catch sight of that vast flat surface. Yet, I don't even have the slightest thought of going there again. The soft white reflection, nineteen eight seven to ten, the dull deep blue turns into a meaningless symbol. Without the 13th scent, it can only smell good. After having the memory of two people, being alone in such a vast place feels uninteresting and lonely. And perhaps, it’s because that place is associated with sunshine and happiness—only the bright, dry rooftop is familiar to me; I don’t know that expanse hidden under the night sky. I can't forget the emerald green sparkle when I threw the water cup into the sky, and the ensuing splash of water that brought both joy and sorrow. I can't forget the scorching summer afternoons, the sweet Schnappi music and the silly stretching dance, and of course, the "lewd" barefoot days. I can't forget the countless mornings during final exam periods filled with pointless yet fun chatter... There, there were many pink bubbles and laughable dreams, love summed up in three words, numerous dream-like aspirations and fearless beliefs. You let me know that there are so many things in this world worth striving for, so much happiness worth pursuing. You made me realize that the world isn't as black and white as I once thought, and neither am I so fixated on it. In the past, I liked either being a leader or a follower, satisfying my dual needs for control and compliance by switching between different roles. Rarely did I try equality. I used to think that frequent role changes were enough to maintain mental balance, but later I learned that mutual influence and complementation create a more subtle sensation, akin to breathing in the most natural and normal state. We say we have YY thoughts, but essentially, we're still CJ. That's why we have such dreams, why we still believe in miracles even when we know the chances are slim, why we stubbornly adhere to the RP theory, and why we are both fragile and strong. Despite being separated by 2 kilometers, despite striving towards different goals, it's just a difference in form, not essence. Your dream has tranquil towns, while mine has lake reflections and tower shadows. But in a larger dream, in an equally beautiful expectation of the future, I know we will always stand together. Thank you. Yes, this period will be very, very far away.