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.
All things are earth and water that come into being and grow.
我是个失败的诗人。也许每个小说家最初都想写诗,发现自己做不到后尝试短篇小说——那是仅次于诗歌要求最高的形式。连这个也失败了,他才会转向长篇小说。
"The poet is the one who breaks the silence, who speaks first, who dares to speak."
不要害怕脱颖而出,这个世界需要你独特的光芒。