诗人是一只夜莺,坐在黑暗中用甜美的声音歌唱来鼓舞自己的孤独。
Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track。
Life is like a song, with highs and lows, what matters is how you perform it.
A city’s architecture should celebrate its diversity.