屋顶上的天空,如此蔚蓝,如此宁静!
I was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection.
我为我所信仰的东西挺身而出,我不会退缩。
I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.