而我就像纸牌搭起的房子脆弱，轻易被攻陷，不顾一切，与我相约在倾盆大雨中，在街边忘情拥吻，带走所有的痛楚，因为我看见，你的微笑如烟花飞舞般灿烂。

The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.