To the end, spring winds will sow disquietude, passing faces leave a regret behind them, and the whole world keep calling and calling in their ears.
直到最后,春风仍会播下不安,擦肩而过的面孔仍会留下惆怅,整个世界仍在他们耳边一遍遍呼唤。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Virginibus Puerisque, and Other Papers · Virginibus Puerisque · I —