故事是我们理解周围混乱的唯一方式。

I don’t like to explain my work. If I could say it in words, I wouldn’t need to paint it.

But I love her. She could fade and wither， how can； but I just look at her， all the tenderness， Chung on the heart.

未来不是我们进入的，而是我们创造的。