There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?
The art of living - live it well, just, honestly, lovingly, unassumingly, happily.
We acquire so much sweetness that kept inside our heart; how would death bear to separate these things from us?
Life is hard to live; but we would chose to live.
生命苦短？ 不怕它苦； 只怕它短。
怕留下伤心的人，
怕留下美丽的回忆，
怕来不急触摸你的脸遐，为你轻轻的擦去你的眼泪。
怕往后我会不知觉的被你想起，让你哭泣。
想到这里， 我已没有勇气，继续把它想起。