Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
如果你没有做错什么,你就没有什么可隐藏的。
The best films are the ones that make you feel something.
The true writer is one who writes because he has something to say, not because he wants to say something.