We leave behind something of ourselves wherever we have been.
恨罪恶,但爱罪人。
我崇拜艺术……当我独自与我的音符在一起时,我的心在跳动,泪水从眼中流出,我的情感和喜悦难以承受。
我不是为钱唱歌,我是为爱唱歌。
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.