于是我们奋力向前划,逆流向上的小舟,不停地倒退,进入过去。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The border between dream and reality is thinner than we think.
There is no such thing as life without bloodshed.
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.
世界上充满了显而易见的事情,却没有人注意到。