You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.
你以为早上醒来昨天就不算数了。但昨天才是真正算数的。还有什么呢?你的生命就是由那些日子组成的。没有别的。
The beauty of music lies in its ability to transcend boundaries and bring people together.
跳著舞的流水啊!当你途中的泥沙为你的歌声和流动哀求时, 你可愿意担起他们跛足的重担?