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.
我不喜欢我的声音。我不喜欢我的外表。我不喜欢我走路的样子。我不喜欢我的表演方式。我真的这样认为。所以,你看,我不喜欢我自己。
The only source of knowledge is experience.