夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麽可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。

我不完美，但我正在努力。

你穿过的门原来是什么样子，走过去以后也要保持那个样子。

One is the happiest thing is that somebody loves you.When you are at my time， I absent-minded，When I come to you， when you have gone.We are always in a meeting to miss， losing a lot of.However， I want to say this is because we are still young.No， perhaps this is our life.From then on， I always looked back the road.

世界是一个舞台，但剧本选角很糟糕。

El hombre es el único animal que tropieza dos veces con la misma piedra.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.