I don’t know how to feel about it, but I’m trying to be happy.
The artist must be a child of the stars.
一切都可以从一个人身上夺走,除了一样:人类最后的自由——在任何特定环境下选择自己态度的能力。
But I love her. She could fade and wither, how can; but I just look at her, all the tenderness, Chung on the heart.