When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart.
When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind.
In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.

“Hypocrite sneers.”

“Only after you've done the exorcism, thenyou'll understand that ghost's also a …”

“Smartass Disciple: Three years! I've listened you preaching just for this silly…”

“Sometimes..I didn't know what I sought until I've found it.”