我回首前尘往事，犯下重罪的小笨蛋，我想跟他沟通让他明白，但我办不到，那个少年早就不见了，只剩下我垂老之躯。
I look back on the past, committed a felony little fool, I want to communicate with him and let him understand, but I can't do this, the boy would not see the, only my old trunk.
我喜欢一切没有风格的东西：字典、照片、自然、我自己和我的画。
The desires， and other passions of man， in themselves， are in his own power； his real difficulties are， to know when they are to be controlled， and when not.
黑夜是我的画布，音乐是我的颜料。
Just as in a good novel， a good program must be full of interesting ideas， and very， very few words.