当老人们种下他们知道自己永远不会坐在其下的树时,社会就会变得伟大。
The universe doesn't allow perfection.
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.