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.
人们会朝着发光发亮的东西扔小石子,但是他们夺不走那些属于我们的东西生活会让爱看上去异常的艰难风险是这样的高,水也是这样的汹涌。但是,爱,依旧是我们的。