Loneliness is the price you pay for freedom.

Everybody counts or nobody counts.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing, 

我不害怕脆弱，因为真正的音乐源于此。