04/10
蒋丹
“Unhappy being that I am!Why do I thus deceive myself?what is to come of all this wild,aimless,endless passion?I cannot pray except to her.My imagination sees nothing but her：all surrounding objects are of no account ,except as they relate to her.”To some extent,I can not verily get this point.And I even detest this idea that when you fall in love with somebody,immerseding all yourself into it and entangling yourself to a mess.Is it really a wise option?Maybe just a misery.
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