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。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
译文:这种无端的愁绪最让人痛苦!不要去倚靠那高高的栏杆,夕阳正缓缓沉落,烟雾笼罩的柳林让人见了肝肠寸断。
Architecture is not about the form, but about the formation of life.