The little flower lies in the dust。 It sought the path of the butterfly。
小花睡在尘土里，它寻求蝴蝶走的路。
Writing is the only way I can breathe.
The only way to change the world is to change yourself.
我的音乐里有很多故事，因为人生就是故事。
There are unknown forces in nature; when we give ourselves wholly to her, without reserve, she lends them to us; she shows us these forms, which our watching eyes do not see, which our intelligence does not understand or suspect.