The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

  • -- Arthur Golden 亚瑟·高登

心慢慢地死去,像落叶一样脱落着每一个希望,直到有一天化为乌有。没有希望。什么仍然存在。

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It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That's where your heart is.

这一切都归结于你在晚上想到的最后一个人。那就是你的心所在。

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

每个人都有希望。这就是世界运转的原因。

Risk is at the heart of jazz. Every note we play is a risk.

风险是爵士乐的核心。我们演奏的每一个音符都有风险。

Hope is the raw material of losers.

希望是失败者的原材料。