I am used to this, listening to music and writing. The music may not be what I like, just like my words. If there is a connection between the ugly and the beautiful, then I think they are both true. In this world, there are only two things that can be proud of, one is sunshine and the other is wounds. Sunshine envies Wound for being so calm, and Wound envies Sunshine for being able to smile so arrogantly. I think if one of them attaches to my soul, it must be wounded...
