Immersion in body and mind-when lovers are desperate or satisfied, they can't help but feel strongly.

I can't tell whether I am sad or happy. Sometimes I really want to immerse myself in something.

This morning (in the countryside), it was cloudy and a little warm.

I am extremely disappointed (but I can't say why).

A suicidal thought flashed through my mind, but I didn't mean to complain (I don't want to blackmail anyone).

This is a morbid whim, and it won't hinder (or "break" anything).

Just in tune with the mood (and lonely atmosphere) this morning.

Another day, it was raining, and we were waiting for the boat; This time I am in a sense of happiness, and I am also immersed in the same involuntary trance.

This is often the case, or melancholy or joy, which always makes people involuntarily.

In fact, there is no such thing as great joy and great sorrow. If you are good, you will lose your mind, be intoxicated and feel like a light cloud.

I will gently touch, help and test some ideas from time to time (just like you put your feet in the water to test), but I can't get rid of it.

No big deal. This is real tenderness.

This strong sense of physical and mental immersion may be caused by a kind of pain, or it may be a fusion:

Because we love each other, we can all die; Or an open death that escapes into the void, or a closed death that is buried in the same cave.

Physical and mental immersion is a kind of numbness. If you realize something, you will faint unconsciously, but you won't faint.

The beauty of physical and mental immersion is here: I can do whatever I want, and action (death) is entirely up to me;

I believe in myself, and I believe in myself (to whom? God, nature, or something else, except each other).

Therefore, the reason why I am immersed in those situations,

Because there is no place for me anywhere-even in the underworld.

The image of another person I deeply attached to and survived no longer exists; Sometimes I will erase that beautiful image forever because of complaining.

Sometimes, because of extreme happiness, I am close to that voice and smile; No matter how joys and sorrows, I always lose my soul;

There is neither you nor me, nor death, and there is nothing to answer.

(Strangely, it is precisely when lovers' whimsy goes to extremes-in order to dispel each other's beautiful image,

Or in order to be integrated with each other, even oneself are blurred-the source of imagination will dry up;

At that moment when I was in a trance, my lover was just an empty name with no meaning; There seems to be nothing. )

Love death? To say "fall in love with a quiet death a little" (Keats)-to avoid a painful death approaching-is too much.

As a result, I fell into reverie again; It is best to bleed slowly somewhere in my body, and I will feel exhausted soon.

It should be just right, so that I can relieve my inner pain without dying.

I unconsciously misinterpreted death (like a crooked key), and I imagined that death was on one side.

This whimsy is entirely out of unthinking logic. I let life and death confront each other,

So I got rid of the inevitable poles that connect life and death.

Is physical and mental immersion just an easy escape?

In my opinion, physical and mental immersion is not an interest, but an emotion.

I hide my sadness; I feel dizzy to escape the burden and suffocation that forces me to be lonely;

It's refreshing to get away.