心是个奇怪的东西,它破碎了却仍能跳动。
The heart is a strange thing. It can be broken and still keep beating.
它们难分彼此,交相辉映。
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
写作是抵抗记忆的抹去。
你必须熬过一些糟糕的日子才能赢得人生中最美好的日子