He strolled like a man in the park without a care or a worry in the world. Like he had on an invisible coat that would shield him from this place.
他就像一个在公园里无忧无虑漫步的人一样，好像穿着一件隐形的外套，可以屏蔽监狱里的纷扰。
The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.
现实是：有时候你会输。你永远不会因为太好而不输。你永远不会因为太强大而不输。你永远不会因为太聪明而不输。这会发生。
