她们开心地为别人活着,没人留意她们所做出的牺牲。最后,炉上的小蟋蟀停止了甜美的歌唱,灿烂的阳光消逝,只留下了寂静和阴影。
"The beauty of literature is that it allows us to live a thousand lives in the span of one."
Every life is a universe, and every death is the end of a world.