April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
四月是最残忍的月份,从死去的土地里培育出丁香,把回忆和欲望混合,又用春雨搅动迟钝的根芽。
我不是现实,我是幻想。
Curiosity is the driving force of science.