He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. For nothing now can ever come to any good. 绿茶婊祖师爷
What is more important: satisfying one thousand desires or conquering just one... How can one prevent a drop of water from ever drying up? By throwing it into the sea.