幸福取决于我们自己。

及时采拮你的花蕾，旧时光一去不回。今天尚在微笑的花朵，明日便在风中枯萎。

What is a writer but a shaman who uses words instead of rattles and drums?

The only way to tell the truth is to speak with kindness. Only the words of a loving man can be heard.

我要向你走去，你向我走来已经很久了。虽然我们相会之前谁也不知道对方的存在。