love of story

•           My offerings are too timid to claim your remembrance,

               and therefore you may remember them.

           我的贡献羞涩得不能要求你记念，

                    因此你也许会纪念它们。      

•  hope is just only at your holding  your  shoulders.
• we can not  forget forgeting itself.we are all repeating ourslves,though unconcious.
• summer is the grave of spring.desolation must  bury thriving.
• all disappointments is derive from expection and accidence