His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world. /// Rilke
I learned everyone dies alone.But if you mean something to someone, if you helped someone, or loved someone, if even a single person remembers you, then maybe you never really die. Reese在屋顶的时候感觉是要哭了