#微书评# “I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose…”他看到五千朵玫瑰花，发现自己的花不是独一无二时，躺在草丛中哭泣起来。所有的存在，都不是唯一的。用相对的谎言找到平衡点，才有幸福可言。@七仔七囡
