Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
"Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one."
人声是最美的乐器,但也是最难演奏的。
记忆是一个争夺的领域,而虚构是我夺回它的方式。
Sun don't shine forever, but as long as it's here then we might as well shine together.
Nature speaks to us through patterns, even when those patterns are hidden beneath apparent randomness.