一本书就是你握在手中的一个梦想。

"Patterns are like frozen music waiting to be heard."

I have to say to myself that some birds aren't very close. Their feathers are just too bright. When they fly away, you know it's a sin to lock them up, and you'll be inspired by them. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I think I really miss my friends.