"To write is to breathe, and to breathe is to live."
Fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create.
我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代,以及这些时代之被遗忘,我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
Other holidays repose upon the past; Arbor Day proposes for the future.
两条路在树林中分岔,我选着走人少的那一条,这就导致了所有的不同。