我一直在想某处的一条河，水流湍急。水里有两个人，拼命想抓住对方，竭尽全力地抓着，但最终还是不行。水流太急了。他们不得不放手，各自漂走。
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
我不需要说什么，我的歌说明了一切。
文学应该让安逸者不安，让不安者得到安慰。
The writer cannot be a mere storyteller; he cannot be a mere teacher; he cannot be a mere entertainer. He must be all of these and more.