火花心臓。

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
  
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
  
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.

“我们的工作不是教会别人什么是正确的选择,而是帮助人们去理解他自己的选择。他为什么会这么选择,他在这个选择中体会的是什么,他是怎样处理这些体会的。简单的说,我们的工作是和他们一起理解自己,然后支持他们的决定,哪怕这个决定你并不认同。” 

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