七月的意大利夜風清涼，鉆進睡袋，也不覺得冷。仰望星空，那璀璨的天河，是最溫暖的棉被。

　　July Italy breeze cool, into the sleeping bag, do not feel cold. Looking up at the sky, the bright Milky way, is the most warm quilt.

　　人生就是一場又一場的相遇，都是緣分，沒有好與壞，沒有對與錯。緣分來了，好好相待;緣分盡了，自會分離。

　　Life is a meeting and a meeting, are fate, no good and bad, there is no right and wrong. Fate came, treat each other as well, the fate of the best, since it will be separated.

　　背起行囊走四方，不為天寬，不為地廣，只為見見風吹草低見牛羊。

　　Pack go Quartet, not day wide, not broad, only to see the wind and see the low grass and sheep.

　　健康的才是美麗的，合適的才是最好的，常新的才是迷人的，平凡的才是偉大的，堅韌的才是長久的，真實的才是永恒的。

　　Healthy is beautiful, the right is the best, often new is charming, ordinary is great, tough is long, real is eternal.

　　如果有一天我失蹤了，只有兩種可能：身體在旅行，或者靈魂在旅行。

　　If one day I am missing, there are only two possibilities: the body is on a trip, or the soul is traveling.

　　一個人，一條狗，一場說走就走的旅行。