Life is immense. The land is too big a ship. Nevertheless you can only hear the sea from the land. And the music of the land is surely God's music, but definitely not God's Solo. There's still so many strings one may touch. We were not born on a ship and won't end here anyway.
『0311独放』灯红酒绿欲念横流污水光影特别能显出都市的肮脏和偶然劳作失眠日子没有终点练枪磨刀打直球救风尘爱和恨都无处发泄“你和他们都是一样的冷漠”最令人动容的是和Wizzard那段对话年轻的罗伯特德尼罗诠释了什么叫破碎感什么叫want to break himself when he met her他是一定要破碎的只是恶趣味马丁给了一个如此结局把残存的诗意一并终结