The truth is a mirror which fell from the hand of God and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
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.
我本人是个乐观主义者,因为做别的貌似没什么用。