We always use poetic language to describe our embarrassment in the cracks of youth.

过去从未死去。它甚至还没有过去。

I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten,and I feel the freedom of passing away.

The stream of thought is a stream of life-sustaining acts.

我让我的灵魂穿过无形，拼写出来世的某些信件：不久后我的灵魂回到我身边，回答说“我自己就是天堂和地狱。”