我们都是孤独的,生来孤独,死也孤独,尽管有真爱杂志,我们总有一天会回顾我们的一生,看到尽管有伴侣,我们一直都是孤独的。
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
我不后悔我的过去,我只是后悔在错误的人身上浪费时间。
我写作是为了理解伤害我的东西,并让它在我之外存在。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。 And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh。
过去从未死去,甚至从未过去。
"The best way to predict the future is to create it."