秋天的小提琴悠长的啜泣，用单调的忧郁刺伤我的心。

我对我是谁感到满意，对我的身体和思想感到满意。

Sustainability isn’t a trend; it’s a responsibility we owe to future generations.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another.

文字是唯一永恒的东西；其他一切都会消亡。