"In the end, we are all just stories. What matters is how well we tell them."
“我们都是时间旅行者,在脑海中穿越过去、现在和未来。”
Every thought is a step in the dance of adaptation.
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
及时采拮你的花蕾,旧时光一去不回。今天尚在微笑的花朵,明日便在风中枯萎。