So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
于是我们继续奋力向前，逆水行舟，被不断地向后推，直至回到往昔岁月。
Silence is the language of the oppressed.
修炼内丹的三个阶段：将精转化为气，将气转化为神，最终将神归于虚无。
战争只是一系列你没有死去的时刻，由恐惧和运气串联而成。
善恶之间的界限贯穿每个人的内心。
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.