新鲜面包的香气是安慰的通用语言。
The smell of fresh bread is the universal language of comfort.
I'm not on the outside looking in. I'm not on the inside looking out. I'm in the dead fucking center.
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
用心不能杂乱,杂乱则心神恍惚不能集中;用心不要劳累,劳累则精神疲倦不能有所收获。
I'm the No. 1 living and breathing rock star.