城市就像一张巨大的重写羊皮纸,几个世纪以来被反复书写和重写。
The only way out is through.
每个人都有不为世人所知的秘密悲伤;我们常常称一个人冷漠,其实他只是悲伤。
Love me or hate me, it's one or the other. Always has been. Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, my hunger. Hate that I'm a veteran. A champion. Hate that. Hate it with all your heart. And hate that I'm loved, for the exact same reasons."
The first step is you have to say that you can.
When in doubt, tell the truth.
人生之初,即有忧愁,与生俱来也。