The only thing I fear is God.
讨厌的人会一直讨厌,讨厌,讨厌,讨厌,讨厌。宝贝,我只会摇,摇,摇,摇,摇。摇掉它。
想象并非作为现实的否定或补偿而形成;它在符号之间生长,从一本书到另一本书,在重复和评论的间隙中;它在书籍之间的间隔中诞生并成形。
Bowed their heads and not give up, it is to see his own way; Please not proud, is to see their own sky.