He must learn to face his fears. He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.
他得学着面对自己的恐惧,他不可能永远都是三岁,更何况凛冬将至。
沉默是上帝的语言,其他一切都是拙劣的翻译。
I'm interested in the space between order and chaos.
写作就是踏上一段进入未知的旅程,每一个词都是踏入未知领域的一步。
Every decision we make in farming echoes through generations.