We are amusing ourselves to death.

Every human being is an artist.

Who drives me forward like fate？The Myself striding on my back。

To understand a forest, you must listen to it—not just with your ears, but with your respect.

We suffer, therefore we think.

最终，我们记住的不是敌人的话语，而是朋友的沉默。

人生就是走自己选择的路。