Plain was the same as it ever was the same.
Plainly plain...
Samely same...
But then...someone lit the flame.
Plain rode away on lion's mane.
Where plain met fruits with strangely names.
Such wonderful things they did contain.
A shot of life to a hungry vein.
The captive beast who broke the chain.
And there upon that fruited plane,
is where plain became what plain became.
So much more than more than plain.
Plain will never be the same.
你是某个人生命拼图中的一小块,也许你永远都不知道自己的位置在哪儿,但请记住 没有你,他们的生命是不完整的。
You are a part and puzzle of someone’s life. You may never know where you fit, but always remember that someone’s life may not be complete without you.