诗歌是一种游戏，但一种严肃的游戏。

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

I've always been drawn to the underdog because I've always felt like the underdog.

我不想成为昙花一现的奇迹。我想要一个长久的事业。