"The past is always present, whispering in our ears, shaping our steps."

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

译文：年纪大了经不起生死离别，在异乡的日子里眼泪总打湿衣裳。

You can't build an empire without making a few enemies along the way.