麦田低语着过去的故事,但风却将它们与进步的尘埃一同吹散。
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
I know I'm not an ordinary year-old. I've had surgeries so that I can breathe, see, and hear without hearing aids, but it all makes me look unusual.
唯一真正的死亡是精神的死亡。
这世界要是没有爱情,它在我们心中还会有什么意义!这就如一盏没有亮光的走马灯。