The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong.

I'm not a person who gives up on myself.

I think， I think when it’s all over， it just comes back in flashes. You know， it’s like a kaleidoscope of memories. But it just all comes back. But he never does.

Complexity is easy, simplicity is hard.

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.