我从不回头看,我只向前看。
我不想完美,我只想真实。
I don't wait for the perfect moment. I make every moment perfect.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书,书页已经变得松软,仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
Peace if possible, truth at all costs.