The furthest distance in the world，Is not between life and death.But when I stand in front of you，Yet you don't know that I love you.
Sir, where are you running? Are you doing this for world peace? Are you doing this for the homeless? Are you running for women's rights? The environment? They just couldn't believe that somebody would do all that running for no particular reason. Why are you doing this? I just felt like running. I just felt like running.
What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.
Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.