时间是小偷,但记忆是说谎者。
译文:西风落日下野草斑驳,秋日天空云淡风轻,一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子,又骑着马登上了太行山。
Memory is a battlefield where truth and myth collide.
I'm not a rapper, I'm a movement.
Your best job will be one that you were unqualified for because it stretches you. In fact only apply to jobs you are unqualified for.