人们只看到自己想看的东西。
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
I'm not a person who gives up on my dreams.
I never want to repeat myself—each project should have its own identity.
Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.