The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

心慢慢地死去，像落叶一样脱落着每一个希望，直到有一天化为乌有。没有希望。什么仍然存在。

-- Arthur Golden 亚瑟·高登