I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

In the end, we are all just trying to survive.

The city is a living organism, constantly evolving and changing.

To love is to see the world through another's eyes.

"我不是一个声音，我是一个词。"