夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page."
创造就是活两次。
Music has the power to heal wounds that words alone cannot touch.