Les sanglots longs / Des violons / De l’automne / Blessent mon cœur / D’une langueur / Monotone.
秋天的小提琴悠长的啜泣,用单调的忧郁刺伤我的心。
The line between good and evil is often blurred.
婚姻的快乐完全是机会的问题。
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.