The world’s lingering，the end is still no match for the forget the bitter oligonucleotide soup。几世的缠绵，终还是敌不过那苦涩寡汤的忘却。
My loneliness is a mirror, I can not speak but has no expression.我的孤独是一面镜子，不会说话却拥有我任何表情。
The eyes of others and themselves in the eyes of their own can not be compared.别人眼中的自己和自己眼中的自己没法相提并论。
Time it know my world there are no arrivals.时光它是否知道我的世界还有无来者。
