Everyone has their own forest. Maybe we've never been there, but it's always there, and will always be there. The lost ones are lost, the met ones will meet again.
每个人都有属于自己的一片森林，也许我们从来不曾去过，但它一直在那里，总会在那里。迷失的人迷失了，相逢的人会再相逢。
我不害怕风暴，因为我在学习如何驾驶我的船。
最终，我们记住的不是敌人的话语，而是朋友的沉默。
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.