We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

世界充满了诗歌。空气中充满了它的精神；波浪随着它的旋律的音乐跳舞，并在它的明亮中闪烁。

Ignore what others may be thinking of you， because they aren’t.

光芒会指引你回家。