Night, my dear Night ─ I love him so much. I am enchanted with him intensely. He wipes my tears and give me a hand whenever nobody stay with me in a rainy day. He will embrace me and will let me sleep approach his arm when I totally have a crazy thought or just can't sleep well. We fall in love all the time and spend every spring summer autumn winter. When I was a child, we held hands to meander on the Triangle Street. We have no words, but comfort. I wasn't ready to share my feeling when I was a teenager, as a result, I tended to confine my activities. Night, he was always support me. Nowadays I am a common person in the world, I certainly don't want to cry and to let people know how weak I am. Night can turn off all the lights and allow me in the role of the baby. He never leaves me even through my daily life. Maybe I am a person who like to inhabit in memory. Regardless of injury, I must do it constantly. Am I ridiculous? I think so. I think it difficult to know why I can't release in front of the blue sky. Oppositely, Night is the only person to touch my heart. Just now all of fond memories appear in front of the moonshine. Supposing I didn't happen to meet him, no friends take care of me everywhere like him. Supposing he didn't appear in my life, half of my life will be dull unless humanity live in the bed. Supposing he choose to leave me, my life will turn back within the narrow corner. Supposing Night don't exist, Neither emotion nor reason. I can't imagine how to write this article without he touches my heart. Night, my dear, how great you are!