艺术的工作就是驱赶丑陋。
The job of art is to chase ugliness away.
译文:柔肠早已寸断,泪水止不住地流。为了相思,我再次登上小红楼。明知心上人已被群山阻隔,却还是不由自主地频频倚靠栏杆,望向他离去的方向。
艺术家必须先创造火花才能生火,在艺术诞生之前,艺术家必须准备好被自己创造的火所吞噬。
You don't need a perfect voice to move people; you just need to sing from the heart.
I am interested in the human condition, in what it means to be alive, in the nature of existence.