The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky,The morning crowned it with splendour.
我不是说唱歌手,我是一个地狱的传奇。
We must listen to indigenous knowledge—they've been the guardians of forests for centuries.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
"I don’t want to be remembered just for my forehand or my backhand. I want to be remembered for my sportsmanship."
愛とは、相手を理解し、受け入れることだ。