边界不是一条线,而是一道伤口。
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
沉默是一种美德,但在喜欢的人面前沉默,就是一种懦弱。