爱情,你的话是我的食粮,你的气息是我的醇酒。
当心碌碌无为的生活。
当你怀疑自己是否能飞的那一刻,你就永远失去了飞翔的能力。
The past is not a foreign land but our ancestral home.
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
我放弃了战斗:让我有个结局,有个隐秘的角落。我想被遗忘,甚至被上帝遗忘。