我不是说唱歌手，我是一个天堂的传奇。

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

我不是为排行榜制作音乐，我是为心灵制作音乐。