We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey，Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created.
我们不仅仅是念诗，诗从我们舌尖滑落，就像蜜糖，情绪高涨，女人亢奋，灵魂驰骋。
The past is never just the past. It is always a foundation for the present.
如果我们对待植物像对待孩子一样漫不经心，我们现在就会生活在杂草丛生的丛林里。