Your misfortune remains the same, but because I live far away, I don't feel the same way as if I lived close by. I even smiled, as indifferently as before. Although it was a smile, it was by no means a malicious mockery. There is a thought that is too weird to be allowed in my mind, but I feel that it is lingering around - I don't want to share your misfortune with enthusiasm and add sorrow to myself... This thought is like an ominous bird hiding in the sky, like pirates haunting the lawless ocean. My loyal heart is trying its best to expel this disgraceful thought that has lingered for a long time; but, old friend, Thinking of this flash of thought is almost instinctive. Even though it has been driven away, it still makes me feel extremely guilty. ----------Hardy
Intention: Climbing vine, attached to a plant that others want to squeeze dry. A disgusting plant. Although it is a parasitic relationship, it does not live in an empty shell like hermit crabs. They need to wrap around others to absorb nutrients, wrap around them to suffocate them, and bind and enslave them. Just like the idea in Hardy's poem, this book is written around this idea. That's why I reopened.