It's so easy to spot the lonely ones. They’re the people who tell stories to their plants, and whisper secrets to their pets, and have arguments with their TV, and the loneliest of all are the ones who talk to people who are no longer there.
　　孤单的身影总是随处可见。他们向自己的盆栽倾诉心事，向自己的宠物分享秘密，和自己的电视机争吵不休，但最孤单的则是这样一类人，他们向亡者倾诉。
　　
Passion. It's a force so potent we still remember it long after it's faded away. A drive so alluring it can push us to the arms of unexpected lovers. A sensation so overwhelming it can knock down walls we built to protect our hearts. A feeling so intense it resurfaces even though we try so hard to keep it buried. Yes, of all emotions, passion is the one that gives us a reason to live and an excuse to commit all sorts of crimes.
　　激情，就算它在逝去很久以后，仍是让人如此难以忘记。它是如此强烈的诱惑，把我们推到意想不到的爱人怀中；它是无法抗拒的感情，击垮了我们修筑起来的保护心灵的高墙；它是那尽管我们如此努力的埋藏，却仍浮出水面的炙热情感。是的，在所有的情绪中，激情给了我们生活下去的理由，却也给我们了犯下各种罪刑的借口。