音乐没有界限，只有心与心的距离。
Music has no boundaries, only the distance between hearts.
Whatever the present moment contains, accept itas if you had chosen it.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
过去并没有死去。它甚至还没有过去。
The artist must be a bridge between the visible and the invisible.
我还是原来的我。我没有因为赢得金球奖而改变。