Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.引自 Chapter I
Enjoy every second to feel happy about ourselves. Be grateful to whatever we have had.
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