Writing is rewriting—the magic happens in the edits.
悲伤是一座房子,那里的椅子已忘了如何支撑我们,镜子忘了如何映照我们,墙壁忘了如何包容我们。
音乐让我找到了自己,也让我找到了你们。
Time doesn’t heal, it just teaches you how to live with the wound.