白头到此同休戚,青史凭谁定是非。
到了白头之年,我们同甘共苦;历史的是非功过,又由谁来评定呢?
你宛若一场天国的绮梦,尘世的爱情不配去攀求。
Life is painting a picture,not doing a sum.
The anarchic nature of the international system forces states to compete for power.