Even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.

Some people are real, some people are good, some people are fake and some people are real good at being fake.

Friendship is blessed on trust, without it there is nothing.

The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it's so great, because for a little bit I'm out of my brain, and it's got nothing to do with me. I'm not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.

Fake friends are like autumn leaves, they're scattered everywhere.

World is full of smiles, whenever friends are with me.

Did you ever build a castle in the Air? Here is one, brought down to earth and fixed for the wonder of ages.