Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…
花总是表里不一,而我太年轻了,不知道该怎样爱护她……
我们看起来似乎痛苦的试炼,往往是伪装起来的好运。
To live is to leave traces, and poetry is the most enduring of them all.
The only way to survive is to keep moving forward.