Long Ago, there was a bird who sang but just once in her life.
From the moment she left the nest,
she searched the longest leaf for a thorn tree,
never resting until she found one.
Then she began to sing,
more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
But carry away in the rapturous honor song,
she impaled herself on the longest, sharpest thorn.
As she was dying,
she rose above her own agony to out-sing even the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird traded her life for that one song
and the whole world was captured to listen!
And God, in His heaven smiles~
As her very best was brought out only of the cost of great pain.
Driven by the thorn, with no fear for her death to come.
But when we push the thorn into our breast,
We know…
We understand…
And still…we choose the pain of the thorn…
"If someone asks me what kind of music do I hope to create, my answer will be this - 'I hope to write a type of song; for example, in the middle of the night a girl walks into a 24-hour convenient store. She's feeling down after ending a relationship, and she hears a song playing over the radio that coincidentally describes what she's feeling which makes her feel like she's not the only lonely one, that someone heard her inner voice. That's the type of music I want to write.'" -JJ Lin
發表於 2010-11-26 02:59 PM
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他们已经做了第二个：
chowold, have a nice day
you are so bad
You just received your
都要10蚊鸡
To all friends in cafe: 2011 新年快乐，万事如意^^