Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
一幅画像束缚住了我们。我们无法走出它,因为它存在于我们的语言中,语言似乎无情地一次次地重复给我们看。
我不是在逃离过去,而是在奔向未来。
We are all just passing through, ephemeral, and yet we leave behind traces of our existence.