我不喜欢被限制,我总是尝试做不同的事。
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
我不需要理由去做我自己。
我不得不提醒自己,有些鸟是不能关在笼子里的,他们的羽毛太漂亮了,当他们飞走的时候…你会觉得把他们关起来是种罪恶,但是,他们不在了你会感到寂寞,可是我只是想我的朋友了…
I never give up, I keep fighting until the end.
如果打架不可避免,先动手为强。
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.