战后两年就老那么多 Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. -Why did you save him?Why didn't you leave him to die? -I wanted you to love me again.
You know, everybody thinks we found this broken-down horse and fix him, but we didn’t. He fixed us. Every one of us, and I guess, in a way, we kind of fixed each other, too.