In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
我不知道是妈妈对,还是丹中尉对,我不知道,是否我们每个人都有,注定的命运,还是我们的生命中只有偶然,像在风中飘。但我想:也许两者都有吧,也许两者都在同时发生着。
I was looking for the key for years, but the door was always open.
Singing is not about perfection, but about emotion and connection.