We are what we remember.
我们就是我们记住的东西。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
我不是一个隐藏自己光芒的女孩。我是一个闪耀的女孩。