Though nothing can bring back the hour, Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find, Strength in what remains behind, ——Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth
我看过最好看的电视剧惊艳云图延伸版世界主义超现实bloodless universalism; love is a mysterious sensation; we are young and insecure. We can do nothing and anything in this world. (记今年6月和清扬在PDX边吃饭边看剧的夏日夜晚)