The dead are never far from us. They’re in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.
死者离我们并不远。他们在我们的心中和脑海里，最终将我们与他们分开的只是一口气，最后一口气。
每天都在跳曳步舞
The essence of mathematics lies in its freedom.
每个人都在寻找自己，即使他们不知道自己在寻找什么。
歌颂自己的土地等于爱它两次。