You get towards the end of life—no, not life itself, but of something else: the end of any likelihood of change in that life.
爱只是一个系统,为了让某人在做爱后叫你亲爱的。
"Books are the mirrors that reflect our souls."
你不能双手都戴着接球手套度过一生。你需要能够回馈些什么。