A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
富人的身体就像一个高级棉枕头，白而软且空白。我们的则不同。我父亲的脊椎像一根打结的绳子，他胸前的皮肤薄得可以看到肋骨压出来的痕迹。
人間は、自分が見たいものしか見ない。
语言学习应该是一段快乐的旅程，而不是一项乏味的任务。
我的信念是：做自己，总会有人欣赏。
The truth is often found in the margins.
Our existence is defined by the gaze of others.