Memory is like a collage - some bits sharp, some faded, all rearranged over time.
梦想是上帝的语言。当他用我们的语言说话时,我可以解读他的意思。但如果他用灵魂的语言说话,只有你自己才能理解。
One can't proceed from the informal to the formal by formal means.
我不是来当名人的,我是来做音乐的。