Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.

最终，我们只会后悔没有抓住的机会。

And I'm a house of cards?Drop everything now?Meet me in the pouring rain?Kiss me on the sidewalk?Take away the pain?Cause' I see sparks fly whenever you smile

I believe that classical music can be accessible to everyone if we present it in a way that speaks to the heart.