Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
网球给了我一切，我想回馈一些东西。
The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.
真相往往是复杂的，而谎言则总是简单的。
The poor perpetually sell their time cheaply, yet can never buy it back.