爱并不像我们想象的那样开始和结束。爱是一场战斗，爱是一场战争；爱是成长的过程。
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
离别的人默默无语，月亮也寂静无声；明月有光辉照耀，人却有深情难诉。
The beauty of the olfactory system is that it is both simple and complex, allowing us to detect and discriminate an almost infinite number of odors.
纪念碑是变化城市中的一个固定点。