It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

最终，我们都只是故事。

我不会让世界定义我的美。

世界充满了神奇的事物，耐心地等待着我们的感官变得更加敏锐。

诗歌是灵魂的语言，是我们无法用普通语言表达的回声。

The only limits that exist are the ones you place on yourself.

Choose rather to be strong of soul than strong of body.

True innovation comes from the pursuit of perfection in details.