Cô ấy biết tôi vượt ra ngoài hành động của tôi, những nỗ lực nông cạn của tôi.
She knew me beyond my actionsBeyond my shallow attempts at happiness.She knew I had darknessAnd when I undressedAnd showed her what I was made ofShe noddedKnowing I was unrepairableAnd said ‘I’ll be here for you anyway
Stacy Morris, Notes to Self