The night before yesterday, I dreamed that I wouldn't live for a day, and then I cried and told my neighbors that I still have a home. Don't die so early. I haven't had time to be filial to my mother.

I'm dying, which means I want to forget my sexual desire.

Neighbors, their secret desires (sexual desire).

Crying and repressed feelings represent one's own reason.

I cried and told my neighbors that I didn't want to die, which showed the contradiction between my reason and sexual desire.