世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去,奏出忧郁的乐声。
我经常对事业感到恐慌,周日下午,晚霞洒满天空,我的理想和现实的差距却是这样残酷,令我沮丧的只想抱头痛哭。
A malignant book would hurt nobody but the fool who wrote it.
我们是真正的国家,不是地图上以强人之名划定的边界。
How can our great society tolerate the continued brutalization of its citizens by crazed misfits? Criminals must be told that their CIVIL LIBERTIES END WHEN AN ATTACK ON OUR SAFETY BEGINS!