I have to remind myself that some birds are not meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
我不得不提醒自己有些鸟是不能关在笼子里的,他们的羽毛太漂亮了。
We are all translators of our own experiences, trying to make sense of the world in our own language.
音乐是我的避难所,也是我的战场。
诗人通过长期、巨大而有意识的感官错乱使自己成为先知。
我唯一能依靠的是我自己的感知,而它总是在变化。