I have to remind myself that some birds are not meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
我不得不提醒自己有些鸟是不能关在笼子里的,他们的羽毛太漂亮了。
To travel is to write with your feet.
"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."
Everything has a beginning and an end.