Regrets come in many forms: people you dared not to love, words you didn't say, and true feelings you failed to express.

遺憾有很多樣子：不敢愛的人，沒有說的話，和不曾表達的真情。

Work hard to meet your own standards, and you won't be bothered as much by others' criticism.

努力是為了自己的肯定，就不用糾結於別人的否定。

History is but the record of one accident after another; poetry is an act of love to compensate for this lack.

歷史只是一次又一次意外的記載; 詩，是為此而補贖的愛。

或許可以愛很多個人，
但只有一個人會讓你笑的最燦爛，
哭的最傷心。

一個人成熟的標誌之一，就是明白每天發生在我們身上99%的事情，對於別人而言，都是毫無意義的。

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

秋天是另一個春天，秋天的每一片葉子都是一朵小花。

– Albert Camus