一百年后，这颗星球上目前呼吸着的八十亿人全都将成为草下的尘土。 那个吓唬过你的老板，那个嘲笑过你的批评者，还有那些你努力想要取悦的人，全都将不复存在。 在一个如此彻底清空的剧场里，你为什么还害怕开口？ In one hundred years, all eight billion people currently breathing on this planet will be dust beneath the grass. The boss who intimidated you, the critic who mocked you, and the people you tried to impress will all be gone. In a theater that empties so completely, why are you still afraid to speak?