我的音乐是我的灵魂,没有音乐我不是完整的我。
我嘅音乐系我嘅灵魂,冇音乐我唔系完整嘅我。
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old Time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
The past shapes the present, and the present shapes the future.
I like stories where the boundaries between reality and fantasy are blurred. I like the idea that the world is not as simple as it seems.