If you prick us, do we not bleed?

not liking a piece of music. liking the music. music is culture

Through great suffering, great art

I think of the book I read, and travel back to that era in my life, the same feeling filling my chest, as if I was truly fifteen again

But how can I leave you, after all this? How could I forget you?

A little patch of grass, overgrown, and a forlorn turret, almost fallen to the ground. And around - small, blue flowers.

只要有一点希望的火苗，就要马上踩灭

I was so jealous of this person I had just met, who was so unfortunate and yet laughing, who was in poor health but had the support of a loyal friend, who was so poor and loosing more but in good spirits. And I wondered if he'd won in life compared to me.

If you do not love somebody, why would you do that? Methodically, analysing, moving in closer by a decided formula.

Wasting glue like a disgusting child, trying to keep the memories within these pages

I pray, and God gives. And I cry and crave more and pray, and God gives and gives. But it's never enough.