As evening fell, a maiden stood at the edge of a wood. In her hands lay the reins of a stallion. And never I'd seen a girl as fair, heard a gentler voice anywhere. Whispered, alas, She belonged, belonged to another, another, forever. Yes, she belonged to the twilight and mist.
Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends 自由又一部改变了我人生价值观的电影看了无数遍每当我迷失方向的时候在看一遍前方在次光明追随内心的声音