April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.

Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe.

我非常独立，但我仍然想要有人来爱。

舞台是我的家，粉丝是我的家人。