我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version.

The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave.

真相总是被讲述的，而不是被知晓的。