最终,我们都只是故事。
谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢?那是我自己,在身背后大跨步走着。
There are places in the world where the old gods still walk.
The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.
你的噪音无法停止是因为我。
A writer must be a keen observer of the world and a deep thinker of the heart.