We can't play God, unless we sacrifice ourselves. Who says, anything is better than nothing. Who knows, the price of that anything. We can't change the past. Then how can we change the future? Coz what we will have tomorrow, all depends on what happened yes...
就是doctor在雨天里冲下车后说的那段I am not enough black,not enough white,not enough man.真的眼泪唰的就留下来,那种孤独感,一下子就说透了。没有人群接受他,无论待在哪里他都像一个异类,想想doctor要忍受无端的偏见、歧视,很心疼,I am alone!这句话真的戳到我,想...
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