The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
我想这就是爱人的一部分:你必须放弃一些东西。有时你甚至不得不放弃他们。
于是我们继续奋力向前,逆水行舟,被不断地向后推,直至回到往昔岁月。
To write is to confront the abyss, to stare into the void and find meaning in the chaos.