The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去,奏出忧郁的乐声。
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
我是一个无可救药的浪漫主义者。
痛苦可以摧毁一个人,也可以塑造一个人。
I'm the king of New York.
救赎是一条看不到尽头的长路。