风中的花朵日渐凋零,美好的相会之期依然遥远。
真实性被高估了。
世界上充满了神奇的事物,耐心地等待着我们的感官变得更加敏锐。
The artist must remain free, even from his own style.
每一次旅程都是对自我的追寻,即使我们以为是在逃离。
Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick.