他们之间的沉默很沉重,充满了未说出口的话和未解决的情感。
我是行尸走肉,但我只是一个说话的脑袋,一个漂浮的僵尸,但我有一个地下兄弟。
There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love; there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.
In the end, we are all just stories. What matters is the story we choose to tell.
【译文】 孔子说:“天冷时,才知道松柏最后凋谢。”