摸不到的颜色 是否叫彩虹
看不到的拥抱 是否叫做微风
一个人 想着一个人 是否叫做寂寞
—— 五月天 ◆ 星空
The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his son, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, i need to ask you something." he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan.
- Garrison Keillor