Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes miserable.

  • -- Charles Baudelaire 查尔斯·波德莱尔

一旦我们的心被收获了一次,生活就变得悲惨。

相关名言

Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.

爱是一只蜜蜂,把花粉从一颗心带到另一颗心。

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast a sleep.

梦是当你熟睡时,你的心许下的愿望。