也许你可以等待。也许对你来说还有明天。也许对你来说有一千个明天,或者三千个,或者一万个,你有那么多时间可以沉浸其中,翻滚其中,让它像硬币一样从指间滑落。你有那么多时间可以浪费。但对有些人来说,只有今天。而事实是,你永远不知道。
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes。
Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing.
The greatest theorems often start as simple conjectures, born out of intuition.
I try to create buildings that are like chameleons, changing with their surroundings.