The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
最终,我们记住的不是敌人的话语,而是朋友的沉默。
世界是一系列决堤的大坝和洪水,而我的漫画是小小的救生艇。