So, all kinds of cognitive activities, including fantasy and dreaming, can result in learning. Attitudes and most skills are not inborn; they must be acquired. This process takes a thousand different forms. Most of our dreams have one characteristic in common: they do not follow the laws of logic that govern our waking thought. The categories of space and time are neglected. People who are dead, we see alive; events which we watch in the present, occurred many years ago. We dream of two events as occurring simultaneously when in reality they could not possibly occur at the same time. We pay just as little attention to the laws of space. It is simple for us to move to a distant place in an instant, to be in two places at once, to fuse two persons into one, or to have one person suddenly be changed into another. We are extremely perceptive and absorb what goes on around us long before we can even put it into words or even understand what we are tuning into. We are like finely tuned receivers that pick up much more than what is merely said. We are receptive and attuned to every mood, feeling, and change that goes on in people around us. We are particularly affected by the way the people we are connected to feel and act. Every time I think of you, my heart feels warm. Many shiny days have passed amidst the beaming sun, I walk through the rose garden expecting or wishing to see you again.

Your melodious voice still lingers in the woods in my memory and your enchanting figure files from time to time into my dreams that arouse my memory of the past with gentle breezes, murmuring brooks, white clouds and sunlight. Short as was it was, our meeting has shaped my life. Please accept my lasting yearning for you, my dear friend. Missing is like an endless river, a tender and soft cloud, a fragrant flower and the music of your soothing voice. Do you hear my thoughts of yearning? They are flying with the sun to the far-flung frontier, lingers over your heart. Although season, river and mountain will change, my missing for you will never change. When your gone, my heart beats like a rabbit running through the forest, as I long for your return. Your voice and fragrance linger in my mind. As the cleaver god you are, you come into my dream, giving me so much happiness and satisfaction. Trickling rain, endless longing, the raindrops of my yearning will they fall on your hair and moisten your heart? Why is it you look at me as if I have changed? In this rainy season and breezy black night, do you know the one who misses you the most is me? Past events are dreams in memory. You are the only pervasive image to me. The water drops on green leaves are my tears, as I have missed you. In this good season and beautiful days, I send you love and happiness, as my best wishes.

When I think of you, I remember many beautiful dreams we wove together. I leave you loneliness and you leave me a memory. Faraway mountains cannot cover the afterglow just as I cannot hide my dear love for you. You are far away from me, but your voice sounds in my ears like the sweet melody of a harp, plucked by angels. I feel your love in my heart every day and every night of departure. I do not care if we are together as long as we love each other. May we love each other forever, as the stars are bright and each flower is fragrant, and whenever I remember you, I remember your love for me. Tears of joy comfort the pains in my heart. The best wishes you leave me turn to the passion for my dream. I wish to live always in the dream, in which your photograph I can see. Oh, my dear, am I also in your dream? Open your remembrance; there is no end to our pleasure. These events cherished in heart; sweet memories will last. In my heart there is a secret. It is contained in only in three words, I love you. How tranquil! How quiet! What silvery moonlight! Where are you, my dear? When can we sit together by the window, enjoying this quiet tranquil evening? Dear friend, I left nothing except you. Yet, if you like, I will hide my heart in the bottom of your heart. How I miss that trail of our accompanied footprints in the days of our intoxicating friendship.