我想，当这一切的一切都已经结束时，这些回忆还是会历历在目。你知道的，就是那种万花筒般的回忆，被无限放大和复制。就这样一幕幕回放。可真实的他，从未回到我身边。
I think， I think when it’s all over， it just comes back in flashes. You know， it’s like a kaleidoscope of memories. But it just all comes back. But he never does.
I think it's important to stay true to the source material, but also to bring your own vision to it.
我认为忠于原著很重要，但也要把自己的愿景带进去。
色彩是键盘，眼睛是和声，灵魂是有许多琴弦的钢琴。艺术家是演奏的手，触摸一个又一个琴键，在灵魂中引起振动。