I love the pressure of big matches. I love the feeling when you walk out there and the crowd is going crazy.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书，书页已经变得松软，仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
在故事中，沉默可以和文字一样有力。