To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

岁月不居，流逝如滔滔江水，年纪衰老，一天不如一天了。我满腔忧愁，烦闷难以排遣，前途无望啊，心中总觉不安。

I believe architecture is not just about creating beautiful objects, but about creating beautiful relationships between people.

In despair, we can find true hope.

Sometimes it's better to take a step back and focus on your mental health.