If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

To write is to breathe life into the shadows of our thoughts, to give form to the formless.

不要等待机会，去创造机会。

I don't sing for the critics. I sing for the fans.

未来属于那些相信自己梦想之美的人。

Necessity knows no law.

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?