The loneliness comes to me in certain hours everyday, like a visitor. Like a friend you never expected, a friend you never really want to be with, but he always visit you and love you somehow. When the sun leaves the sky, when the enormous darkness swallow the last red strip in the horizon, from that moment, I can see the shape of loneliness in front of me, then surround my body, my night, my dream.

— Zhuang in A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary For Lovers by Xiaolu Guo