My mood depends on the girl whom I love, but she is like a wildest hurricane, drifting shore to shore.

You're not just getting old, you're getting closer to your death; and you don't want to miss anything.

Everybody wants love but not everyone wants to love.

It's not the season that changes so sudden here, it's the person's heart. It does not promise you days.

Just the thought of you and all the universe conspires against me.

There is beauty in tragedy. And we all believed!

We danced with the devil with demons in our heart.