生活就是不断地放下,但最遗憾的是我们来不及好好告别。
在阅读的过程中,我们在书页上找到了散落的自己。
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Everymorning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.