"I don't think limits."
我不认为有极限。
回忆这东西若是有气味的话,那就是樟脑的香,甜而稳妥,像记得分明的快乐,甜而怅惘,像忘却了的忧愁。
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.