We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
让它落下来吧,即使箭头会刺进我的心里。
天下人都说这是他们努力的结果,不会说”这是我见到了命”。