To write is to resist, to fight against the injustices of the world with the power of words.

We do not own our memories; they own us.

Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world. Through it, my music, I know I will live forever.

So I guess both Susan Boyle and this vegetable vendor in Shanghai belonged to otherness. They were the least expected to be successful in the business called entertainment, yet their courage and talent brought them through. And a show and a platform gave them the stage to realize their dreams.

答案，我的朋友，在风中飘荡。

I just want to be remembered as a person who was passionate about his craft and who gave his all.