A writer's duty is to illuminate the shadows of the human soul.
用扭曲的人性之材,造不出完全笔直的东西。
We were both young when I first saw youI close my eyes and the flashback starts?I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air?See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns?
她意识到,有时候最难的事情就是放手。
我们都是自己制造的囚徒,被我们讲给自己的故事所困。