‘ Because we don't know when we will die We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well Yet everything happens only a certain number of times And a very small number, really How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood Some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more Perhaps not even that How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty, and yet it all seems limitless. ’ 若是昼眠夜醒，若是海浅天深， 是否也会使看似的无限变为已知的边界， 是否能够让我们驻足停留， 仰望那一轮温柔升起的满月。 曲未终，人未散，月未缺，君尚在。 晚安