Life is a series of moments, each one a story waiting to be told.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

We are all walking archives of evolutionary history.

The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. We live because the land lives.

Perhaps one day you muster the courage, to make a clean breast of everything in the heart only ended up to let others see the joke, because they did not understand you to say what, also don't know why do you think things are so important, say, almost cried out. I think the worst thing in the world, than with full of heart and secret, but no one can tell, but no one can understand!

过去不是静止的画卷，它随我们而动，随我们的变化而变化。