when love is not madness, it is not love.如果爱不疯狂就不是爱了。Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness,with her silent steps of love.阴影戴上她的面幕,秘密地,温顺地,用她的沉默的爱的脚步,跟在“光” 后边。That I exist is a perpetual surprise which i
