But I love her. She could fade and wither, how can; but I just look at her, all the tenderness, Chung on the heart.
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
成为你希望在世界上看到的改变。
To write is to give oneself over to the world, to let the world in, and to let it change you.
你给予的越多,得到的回报就越多。
I'm the reason your hate won't die.