及时采撷你的花蕾，旧时光一去不回，今天尚在微笑的花朵，明日便在风中枯萎。
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying,And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.
We are all haunted by the shadows of our former selves.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
The challenge of filmmaking is to make the impossible seem possible.