Dingdong: Hi!
Junsu: Oh! You….that time….
Dingdong: Seeing you happy is nice. Your girlfriend looks happy too. Please cherish these precious moments well.
Junsu: What do you mean by that?
Dingdong: You can’t change death. Please remember! …
I don’t care if you’re black, white, straight, bisexual, gay, lesbian, short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor. If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you. Simple as that.
Music is oxygen. If you don’t have oxygen you can’t breathe. To me music is something that’s always there, wherever I go it’s a part of me, without it I can’t live. It breathes with me…
If anyone tells you that you can’t achieve your dreams, or puts you down, make your hand into a claw and tell them you’re a little monster and you can do whatever the fuck you want.
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly what we want our hearts to feel. Sometimes we just have to go with the flow and just enjoy life…
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring…
I believe in music, the way some people believe in fairy tales…
I believe music can transport you from where you were to where you might want to be.
Music can carry you in between the cracks in our hearts, it can turn the sky blue, it can make the world… maybe just for the few seconds of pure simpatico… perfect.