Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back。
"In the heart of every exile, there is a homeland that never leaves."
It is not, nor cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
我不敢说自己从未担心害怕过。 实际上我希望少一点担心害怕,因为它让我分心,使我焦虑。
"The truth is not always beautiful, but it is always necessary."
The most beautiful arrangement is a pile of things poured out at random.
La literatura es una forma de resistencia, de mantener viva la memoria y de cuestionar la realidad.
这就是所谓的适应习惯,安于风俗啊。