这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感觉到它的叹息。
I don't let the world silence my voice.
To write is to breathe life into the silent corners of the soul.
The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.