We are all just echoes of something that once was.
I write to find out what I think.
孤独不是他人的缺席,而是自我的缺失。
The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
真正的奢华在于细节——手工缝制的接缝,精心挑选的木纹。
The only limits that exist are the ones in your mind.