悲伤是一座房子，那里的椅子已忘了如何支撑我们，镜子忘了如何映照我们，墙壁忘了如何包容我们。
It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.
爱覆盖了许多的罪。