I am lying in bed, should not sleep around, many thoughts come, shear constant entangled mind lethargy. Outside it was still vaguely heard the voice speak, but do not really listen. Moonlight through the window, come in a little sprinkle.
     I want to call, phone call function can be restricted, and more restless.
     Clock ticking sound clearly heard a few of the passage of time. My future is the dream, I dream of the past also. I obviously live in a nightmare, was the devil tied the hands and feet, and can not move and unwilling to succumb, I struggled but it is still tragic.
     Does that cut off the dust monks are studying, plan a quiet 6. But I came to realize that at this time, many feelings easily hurt, and even despair. The monks are many lover, sad because once again.
     Can not want to get too deep too thoroughly, or else vague and easy to enter the territory, leave it there, and recite Shu Ting  poem to hypnosis it!