死者通过我们说话,在我们的梦中,在我们的文字里。
The dead speak through us, in our dreams, in our words.
诗歌是灵魂的语言,是难以言喻的声音。
经验只是我们给错误起的名字。
You live, you learn. You love, you learn. You cry, you learn. You lose, you learn. You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn.
Faith is not something to grasp, it is a state to grow into.