"A play is a wound that never heals."
                    心灵不是要填满的容器,而是要点燃的火焰。
                    秋天已经结束,白昼仍然漫长,王粲(字仲宣)怀念远方的心情更加凄凉
                    The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one.
                    足够爱自己,才能设定界限。
                    The only thing that is truly yours is your dreams.