Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.

成功不是成为最好的，而是比昨天的自己更好。

The ocean’s silence will be our greatest failure if we ignore its cries.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

我们看到的不是事物的本质，而是我们自己。