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 future belongs to those who can adapt and evolve.
The writer’s job is to write with rigor, with honesty, to the very end of his strength.