The only limits in life are the ones you set for yourself.
当你凝望我的时候，我心不在焉，当我奔向你的时候，你已经无影无踪了。我们总是在一次次错过时，失去了很多。不过，我想说这是因为我们还年轻。不，或许这就是我们的人生。从那以后，我总会回头望望来时的路。
人类的境况从根本上说是关于渴望与失去。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.
The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.