Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

《廊桥遗梦》
我们每个人都生活在各自的过去中，人们会用一分钟的时间去认识一个人，用一小时的时间去喜欢一个人，再用一天的时间去爱上一个人，到最后呢，却要用一辈子的时间去忘记一个人。
We all live in the past. We take a minute to know someone, one hour to like someone, and one day to love someone, but the whole life to forget someone

沉迷Simon无法自拔
Afraid to lose control,
And caught up in this world,
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath,
I think I've thought myself to death,
I was born without this fear,
Now only this seems clear,
I need to move, I need to fight,
I need to lose myself tonight.
Whoa, come with me now. ​​​