From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

  • -- Lucretius 幸运星

从快乐之泉的中心升起一股苦涩的急流,在花间折磨着我们。

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The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain.

真相很少纯粹,也从不简单。通常,爱是一张由谎言编织而成的网,只有心碎的人才会编织它。不诚实很少是一个人的全部,而是痛苦。

Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart than idiot with none.

我被她的爱填满了,愿我为她的爱而疯狂,也不愿我为她的爱而愚蠢。