Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
天地有万古岁月，可人死了就不会再复活；人寿命最多百年，一天很容易就会过去了。
"The beauty of literature lies in its ability to transcend time and space, connecting souls across different eras."
A true scientist does not seek fame or fortune, but seeks the truth.
Music is my redemption and also my shackles.