Leave Blank in the Night Notes: the Trace of the Fairy

I sat in the dim light and looked through my notes. In the room, only the lamp on the table gave off a faint light, which shone on the slightly worn notebook. The cover of the notebook is dark blue, and has been worn and turned white after many times of reading. It seems to tell the story of my countless sleepless nights of thinking and exploration. Is the outside world just a reflection and portrayal of the inner world? At this moment, I just want to chase my dreams and explore the world and universe in my heart. Let those subjective and objective truths worthy of being true be left unknown.