El tiempo no pasa, somos nosotros quienes pasamos a través de él.
时间不会流逝，流逝的是我们穿越时间的我们。
A picture book is a dance between words and images—they should move together.
I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can't accept not trying.
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
及时采撷你的花蕾，旧时光一去不回，今天尚在微笑的花朵，明日便在风中枯萎。