Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
I'm free from holding personal anger because I can express what I want through my music.
What a beautiful future it will be! Don't worry about life being boring. It will never be.
We know that our cells are speaking to each other.
Give peace a chance and let's hope that one day we will all live in peace.
Art is a way of survival.