有一种鸟儿是永远也关不住的,因为它们的每片羽毛都闪烁着自由的光辉。
花儿凋落随水流去,带着淡淡的红色,心中有无尽的闲愁,默默无言地埋怨着东风。
Art is the daughter of freedom.
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers