Even if it can be communicated, it cannot be understood.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

最终，我们都是故事。重要的是我们如何讲述它们。

美丽的秀发，在于每天有孩子的手指穿过它。