你的风无法吹动是因为我。
Architecture is not about form, it's about many other things.
You get what you give. What you put into things is what you get out of them.
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
我花很多时间学习,总的来说,我是为了取悦自己而写音乐,而不是为了大众。