Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

From one bell all the bells toll.

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

Without space, there is no time.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.