We are all made of stories, and those stories are never truly ours alone.
我梦到了我的儿子会成长为一个好人,一个拥有自由意志的人;我梦到了有一天,你会回到我们童年玩耍的这片土地,故地重游;我梦到了鲜花再次在街道上盛开……天空满是色彩斑斓的风筝!
Truth may be suppressed, but never destroyed.
The world is a stage, and we are all merely players.