死亡是唯一真正严肃的哲学问题。

We are all broken, that's how the light gets in.

如果你不相信爱，那么生活的意义是什么？

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

Writing is about making sentences. It is about the rhythm of the sentence, the music of the sentence.

爱惜精神以备日后担当大任，虚度时光何以报父母之恩？

最终，我们记住的不是敌人的话语，而是朋友的沉默。

我们只是互相陪伴着回家。

He who has no homeland is like a nightingale without a green forest.

We are all ghosts of ourselves, haunting the places we once lived.