How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
过去是一个异国他乡;他们在那里行事不同。
译文:早知道人生像场大梦,何必被虚名束缚住自己。