我们都是自己的幽灵，徘徊在我们曾经生活过的地方。
We are all ghosts of ourselves, haunting the places we once lived.
Gunpowder is not just a tool of destruction, it can also be a medium for creation. 火药不仅是破坏的工具，它也能成为创造的媒介。
这是考验人们灵魂的时刻。
We are all obsessed with the idea of the frontier, but it's a frontier that keeps receding.
人们并不懒惰。他们只是有无力的目标——也就是说，那些不能激励他们的目标。