Who is it that I aspire to be? That is the question that we should be asking ourselves all the time.
我想要成为变成一个什么样的人?这是我们每一个人都应该反复思考的问题。
心是个奇怪的东西,它破碎了却仍能跳动。
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.