Nature is the most subtle artist of all.
"Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin."
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take.
世间的事情纷繁复杂难以预料,春天的忧愁让人黯然神伤独自入眠
家不是你出生的地方;家是你所有逃离企图终止的地方。