Trouble comes—and we must simply live above it.

Sometimes we are born again through the memories we left in cold rooms.

As long as humans exist, there is reason for joy.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me That ends up getting wet

love saves us by teaching us how to be a stranger.

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and if you have the ability to love love yourself first

I am not afraid.

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.