而我就像纸牌搭起的房子脆弱,轻易被攻陷,不顾一切,与我相约在倾盆大雨中,在街边忘情拥吻,带走所有的痛楚,因为我看见,你的微笑如烟花飞舞般灿烂。
Dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language, I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand.