In silence, we find the truth.
我们都是自己过去的幽灵,徘徊在我们曾经熟悉的地方。
The truth is a fire that burns everything in its path.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
没有“好看”的思想,就无法被传播。
写作是探索可能和可想象界限的一种方式。