写作的行为是对遗忘的抵抗。
The act of writing is an act of resistance against forgetting.
Love is the only thing that makes life bearable, but it is also the source of our greatest pain.
We are all just passing through, ephemeral, and yet we leave behind traces of our existence.
我爱您是不可以数量计算的。
我需要的是春天的蒲公英。那明亮的黄色意味着重生而不是毁灭。生命可以继续的承诺,无论我们的损失有多糟糕。它可以再次变得美好。
在故事中,沉默可以和文字一样有力。