昨天我是一只狗……今天我是一只狗……明天我可能还是一只狗……唉!这进步的希望真是小啊!
文学是一种对抗遗忘的武器。
We suffer from an incurable disease called hope.
We keep moving forward - opening up new doors and doing new things - because we're curious.
Music is reflection of self. We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail.