We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes,with tastes we have swallowed, and bodies we have tempered. I know you will come and carry me out to the palace of winds. That's what I wanted,walking in such a place with you, with friends, and earth without maps.
"I love it that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.I love it that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you looking at me like I'm nuts.And I love that you are the last person that I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night."音乐很棒下雪的纽约