Confess to yourself in the deepest hour of the night whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.
Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?”
Confess to yourself in the deepest hour of the night whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.
Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?”
因为年轻，一起皆有可能。但是何谓年轻，活着就是年轻，因为今天永远是今后每一天最年轻的一天。
我手写我心，哪怕多年已去．无论是否还年轻，我依然要做我自己：想笑就笑，想哭就哭，有梦有泪，直到生命的最后一息．
write 写
to thaw frozen memories 使回憶解凍
empty out,drop off into 空出;落到
tip of pen 筆尖
black and white infinite hues 黑白間無限色彩