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 world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
走向自由,不管在哪,都没有轻松的道路;多数人在到达渴望的巅峰之前,都必须一次又一次穿过被死亡阴影所垄罩的幽暗山谷。
To write is to confront the chaos of existence and impose some order upon it.