Promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover.承诺常常很像蝴蝶,美丽的盘旋然后不见
下雨天就适合打开窗户,看着闲书,院子里有落花,木长亭上有灯,湿润的空气将窗帘吹起,我和帘布像海藻般浮动,新鲜的草青味,桌子上风翻动书页,哗哗的水声,似有人驾着船到来,远街深处回传着民谣鼓点,今天听一会雨。
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.爱是单一的灵魂栖息在两个躯体里。