Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
有时候你必须接受,有些人注定不会永远留在你的生活中。
独自守在窗前,怎样才能熬到天黑?