肠已断，泪难收。相思重上小红楼。情知已被山遮断，频倚阑干不自由。
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。
Believe in yourself, even when no one else does.
如果你想走得快，独自前行；如果你想走得远，结伴同行。
"The truth is a game, and the game is a lie."
To create is to breathe life into the lifeless, to give form to the formless.
I am not interested in reality. I am interested in what lies beyond it.