I do not decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
译文:我要乘风直上万里长空,俯瞰祖国的大好山河。砍去月中那婆娑的桂树枝叶,人们说这样月光会更加明亮清澈。
死者虽不可见,但他们并未缺席。
人是唯一拒绝成为自己的生物。