Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back。
谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢?那是我自己,在身背后大跨步走着。
你看到事物时会问“为什么?”而我梦想从未有过的事物时会问“为什么不呢?”
Every algorithm tells a story, not just of the problem it solves, but of the ingenuity and creativity of its creator.
我唯一拥有的就是我的声音和我的故事。