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。