我们相互之间的了解竟然如此之少。我们的大部分就像是冰川一样淹没无痕，凸现出来的只是那冰冷而又苍白的社会意义上的自我。
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
The world is very, very beautiful if you look at it, but most people don't look very much.
En la oscuridad de la noche, las palabras brillan como estrellas, guiándonos hacia la luz.
快乐不是拥有得多，而是计较得少。
