When we were in our youth We had dreams that we could fly We had friends that weren't visible And love that never died And as we grow old and felt the pain That we always knew the truth That love would heal if we stayed true To the dreams of our youth --------Our War-Neon trees
The smallest courtisies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long,and make that season of ice and snow more endurable~ 在坎坷的生活道路上 最细小的礼貌犹如在漫长的冬天为我们歌唱的小鸟 那歌声使冰天雪地的寒冷变得极易容忍。
I love you, and it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you, why you don't know this, I don't deserve you…but my brother does. God, I wish you didn't have to forget this. But you do. ---Vampire Diaries