我不是诗人,我是一个讲故事的人。
你心碎了,就这样。没有什么好抱怨或指责的。你只要需要足够的幸运来找到欣赏你的人。
The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction... The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced.