We can't play God, unless we sacrifice ourselves. Who says, anything is better than nothing. Who knows, the price of that anything. We can't change the past. Then how can we change the future? Coz what we will have tomorrow, all depends on what happened yes...
1900,為了音樂而生的干凈純粹的一個人,純凈的如同孩童,他的一生都在這艘船上,都在這架鋼琴上,他離不開。他生于船,長于船,死于船。 “Forgive me, my friend, but I’m not getting off. 朋友,原諒我,我不下船了?!?我看見,他第一次遇見鋼琴的時候。他穿過禁止通【tōng】...
若秋實:
朽木:
雨點漣漪:
離離塬上草:
格物致知:
他念他:
趙八斗:
掉頭:
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