"In the end, we are all alone with our choices."
我們?nèi)绾ｚt之與波濤相遇似地，遇見了，走近了。海鷗飛去，波濤滾滾地流開，我們也分別了。
每個藝術(shù)家都是食人族，每個詩人都是小偷。他們都扼殺自己的靈感，歌唱悲傷。
I don’t mind losing as long as I see progress.
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.