I have a great belief in the power of storytelling.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
我应该猜得出来那藏在她可怜的小计谋后面的所有柔情。花儿就是这样反复无常的呀!我太年轻了,我真不知道怎样才能爱她。