"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.