Life is immense. The land is too big a ship. Nevertheless you can only hear the sea from the land. And the music of the land is surely God's music, but definitely not God's Solo. There's still so many strings one may touch. We were not born on a ship and won't end here anyway.
他的少年时代由枪声、血迹和美丽的女孩填满而到了中年甚至老年阶段困惑住他的依然是这三样东西孩子气的小团伙随着一句“Noodles, I slipped...”从此瓦解他心中对朋友的那份两肋插刀之诚心也就此解锁最后伴随着天佑美利坚的旋律他和他都从街道上消失留下的是一个时代的篇章 有机会的话一定会去曼哈顿大桥看看的