Time flows slowly, the story grows slowly.时光缓缓流淌，故事慢慢变长。
When the best memory has been recalled for many times,it's getting less tasty.再好的过去，回忆的次数多了，味道也就淡了。
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.生活不是等待暴风雨过境，而是学会在雨中跳出最美的舞姿。
Mist shrouded direction. 迷雾笼罩方向。
