You look, did you see the cornfield there? I do not eat wheat, that is trashy to me, but you have a golden hair, wheat makes I remember you, I can fall in love with wind to play the sound of rippling wheat even.
你看，你看见那边的麦田了吗？我不吃麦子，那对我没用，可是你有一头金发，麦子使我想起你，我甚至会爱上风吹麦浪的声音。
I don't make music for the critics, I make it for the fans.
The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.