La memoria es un espejo que miente con escrupulosa veracidad.
记忆是一面镜子，它以严谨的真实性撒谎。
我希望我的书是一面镜子，而不是一扇窗户。
I think， I think when it’s all over， it just comes back in flashes. You know， it’s like a kaleidoscope of memories. But it just all comes back. But he never does.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
