Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

人生就像一面山坡。当你往上走的时候，你总是朝着山顶看，你感到快乐，但当你到达山顶时，你突然看到下山的路，以及路尽头的死亡。上山慢，下山快。

水边的芦苇在夜晚披上寒霜，月色清冷，山色苍茫

你不能只是坐在那里等待别人给你那个金色的梦想，你必须走出去，自己实现它。