本来该称赞的，却不称赞；不该称赞的，却高调唱着赞歌，这种人不会有仁爱之心。

The past is always changing. Every time we remember something, we alter it slightly, until eventually, our memories become stories we tell ourselves.

一个人成熟的速度与他能忍受的尴尬成正比。

The future is no longer what it was.