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Not knowing when the Dawn will come,

I open every Door, 

Or has it Feathers, like a Bird,

Or Billows, like a Shore ──

無法知道曙光何時來，我打開每一扇門，是如鳥有羽，還是如岸有濤 ──

----The Poems of Emily Dickinson

If you can't do any better, dont you dare to scoff. If there is a way I can show you you, that surely will walk you into the world of shame.

 如果自己無法做的更好，嘲笑別人是很可笑的。如果我可以把你的樣子，完整的呈現在你面前，我確信那會讓你感到羞愧。

Most of all, one is poor not who has little but who hanker after more, that makes one more to be pitied. 

 最重要的，一個人貧窮不是因為他擁有的很少，而是始於貪得無厭，這使人變得可悲。

I guess it was embedded deep within one's mind to search someone or somthing that could somewhat describe you authentically.

像與生俱來的使命一樣，我們都在尋找，那能讓自己變得更真實的人或事。

I picture, melody that we fond of represent our aesthetics of a way, it is normally hidden under covers for some reason, carefully.  

我們鍾情的旋律，代表我們審美的模式一樣，但為了某些理由，我們都小心翼翼的，將它藏匿起來。

Aren't we all chasing behind that familiarity, flashing shadow, and expect an echo from any unknown side of alley.

不間斷的，我們一直追尋著那似曾相似的光影，並且期盼，在無從得知的山谷的那一邊，會有迴響。

I believed value ones is worth of waiting and pursuing. 

始終相信著，珍貴的人與事，值得等待與追尋。

Not knowing when the Dawn will come, let's open every door and hopping.

無法知道曙光何時會來臨，讓我們打開每扇門，帶著希望等待。