In the end, all we have are stories, and the hope that they might mean something to someone.
最终,我们所拥有的只有故事,以及希望它们对某人可能意味着什么。
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
世界会打击每一个人,但经历过后,许多人会在受伤的地方变得更坚强。
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.