我不在乎那些黑粉,我只是继续前进。
纵然伤心,也不要愁眉不展,因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
The true poet is one who can stir the soul with words, who can paint pictures with phrases, and who can make the heart sing with the rhythm of his verse.