We are all ghosts of ourselves, haunting the places we once lived.
I don't need to be fixed. I'm not broken.
I want my books sold on airport bookstalls.
译文:年年岁岁繁花依旧,岁岁年年看花之人却不相同。赏析:时光流逝,物是人非。花有重开时,人无再少年。
The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway.