The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away。
伟大的沙漠为了绿叶的爱而燃烧，而她摇摇头、笑著、飞走了。
Music is the universal language. It speaks to everyone, no matter where you're from.
I do not wish them [women] to have power over men; but over themselves.
The things that we love tell us what we are.
我不是为评论家做音乐，而是为那些能感受它的人。
In literature, the marvelous begins where explanation ends.
当我们错把地图当作疆域时，哲学便是指回现实的罗盘。