Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel of a lack of the other half of us else. We are incomplete like a book of two volumes, of which the first has been lost. This is what I imagine love to be, incompleteness and absence.
自己听的,不一定对,建议你再问一下有英文字幕的人,^_^。
自己听的,不一定对,建议你再问一下有英文字幕的人,^_^。