他们离开后，你的生活就空了。你应该再度向前，但你已忘了如何迈步。因为长久以来，都没有人叫你动。你自己也忘了要动。
And when they leave,they take your life of details with them. You are expected to move on again, but you don't remember what it was that moved you, because no one's asked you in so long. Not even yourself.
Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can."
There ain’t something you can find just around the corner.