一切都明明白白，但我们扔匆匆错过，因为你相信命运，因为我怀疑生活。

我的花生命是短暂的，她只有四根刺可以保护自己，抵御世界，我却将她独自留在我的星球上了！

"In the realm of literature, there are no boundaries, only endless possibilities."

I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.

The mathematician's patterns, like the painter's or the poet's, must be beautiful; the ideas, like the colors or the words, must fit together in a harmonious way.