Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
The night is a great symphony, but the stars are its notes.
诗歌是灵魂的语言,是我们无法用普通语言表达的回声。
不成熟的爱说:'我爱你因为我需要你。'成熟的爱说:'我需要你因为我爱你。'