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WHAT'S PAST IS PROLOGUE

My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
— Rabindranath Tagore

我的悲思捉弄我,问我他们自己的名字
- Don't Panic!

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
— Rabindranath Tagore

上帝等着从人们手中赢回他自己的花朵作为礼物
- Don't Panic!

Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
— Rabindranath Tagore

我们的欲望为那微不足道的生命薄雾增添了彩虹的色彩
- Don't Panic!

Night’s darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
— Rabindranath Tagore

夜的黑暗是只袋子,迸出黎明的金光
- Don't Panic!

蓝

Memory is like fog, not clear, but has been entangled in the bottom of my heart
记忆像雾一样,不清晰,却一直缠绕在心底。

Sometimes I just want to look out of the window, but I never know what is out of the window.

My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.
— Rabindranath Tagore

我的黄昏穿过异地的林间走来
用我的晨星不知道的语言诉说
- Don't Panic!

珍惜和家人一起过的每一天! Smile!

God’s right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
— Rabindranath Tagore

上帝的右手是温和的,左手却是可怕的
- Don't Panic!

The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
— Rabindranath Tagore

最好的不会单独到来,它总是在全体的相伴下来到
- Don't Panic!
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