被偷走的身体在被偷走的土地上劳作。这是一台永不停止的引擎,其饥饿的锅炉以血为食。
Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.
诗歌的美在于它能够表达无法言说的事物。
发现自己适合做什么,并确保有机会去做,这是幸福的关键。
I like to explore the nuances of relationships and the complexities of human emotions.