一幅画像束缚住了我们。我们无法走出它，因为它存在于我们的语言中，语言似乎无情地一次次地重复给我们看。

Every day confirms his belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

我不是说唱歌手，我是个玩说唱的诗人。

Music is my life, my passion, my everything.