"We are all the heroes of our own stories."
译文:锦官城里每日音乐声轻柔悠扬,一半随着江风飘去,一半飘入了云端。这样的乐曲只应该天上有,人间里哪能听见几回?
The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his.
永远看看你还剩下什么。永远不要看你失去了什么。