The wedding march always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
暮春三月,穿上春天的衣服,约上五六人,带上六七个童子,在沂水边沐浴,在高坡上吹风,一路唱着歌而回
The only real journey is the one within.
Quality should never be compromised, no matter the pressure to cut costs.