絕對不輸！冬必為春！要成為像太陽一般的人！

 
Do but consider this small dust,
Here running in the glass, 
By atoms moved; 
Could you believe that this, 
The body was Of one that loved?
And in his mistress' flame, played like a fly,
Turned to cinders by her eye? 
Yes; and in death, as life unblessed, 
To have expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.                   
                                                         --Beb Johnson 

愛的極致為何？這首詩或許就是答案吧？
愛就像一種無止境的漏沙.....在有最愛的人在身邊的時候...沙漏停止了.....