"She was a storm, not the kind you run from, the kind you chase."
她是一场风暴,不是那种你逃离的风暴,而是那种你追逐的风暴。
The dots are my language, and the universe is my canvas.
译文:现在我尝尽了忧愁的滋味,想说却又最终咽下。想说却又咽下,只能感叹一句 “天气凉爽好个秋天”!
每一个结束都是伪装的开始。