My heart is bursting with love's pain.
我的心因为爱情的痛楚要胀裂开来。
世界是一本书,不旅行的人只读了一页。
I can't change where I come from or what I've been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?
我们都是自己记忆的囚徒。
Nature doesn’t have waste—everything is food for something else.