Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end . If not always in the way we expect… 失去的东西总会回到我们身边,虽然有时并不是以我们希望的方式。
Art is either plagiarism or revolution. 艺术要么是剽窃,要么是革命。
I want to do, even if again. 我想做好,就算一次。
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. 当碰到了爱情,每个人都成了诗人。