Only art is capable of dismantling the repressive effects of a senile social system.
The greatest happiness of the thinking man is to have fathomed the fathomable, and to quietly revere the unfathomable.
The line between reality and illusion is often blurred.
“如果真有一天,我们不能在一起了,就把我放在你心里吧!我会永远待在那里。”