太温柔了想起以前读过的一首诗 Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music? do I wake or sleep?
-She reached in and put the string of lights around my heart. -I don't act this way to change the world. I act this way so that the world won't change me. -What do you want? Another 40min with you.