The past is never dead; it's not even past. This is especially true in detective fiction.
The poet is the weaver of dreams.
我不想成为明星,我想成为传奇。
译文:锦官城里每日音乐声轻柔悠扬,一半随着江风飘去,一半飘入了云端。这样的乐曲只应该天上有,人间里哪能听见几回?