We all live in the past, we take a minute to know someone, an hour to like someone , a day to love someone , but a whole life to forget someone.
我们每个人都活在各自的过去中，我们花一分钟去认识一个人，一个小时去喜欢一个人，一天去爱上一个人，但是呢，却要花一辈子来忘记一个人。
Writing is a disease, and publishing is its symptom.
If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.
我们所爱的，我们将会变得像它一样。
The hour of departure has arrived，and we go our separate ways，I to die，and you to live。Which of these two is better only God knows.