We take our last look at the killing noise.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
The story of love is hello and goodbye... until we meet again.
I believe everybody should have a room where they get rid of all their releases. So my room was a stage.
All I'm gonna do is just go on and do what I feel.
This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .