我的话在她心中:冰冷的抛光石头沉入沼泽。
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
We must invest in the next generation of farmers—they hold the future of food in their hands.
Music is the only thing that makes sense to me.
The wound is the place where light enters you.
"You have to love yourself before you can love someone else."
将神话从现实中解放出来并不容易。