夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

你对一个主题了解得越多，作为电影人你就能为它带来更多。

History is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what most people think of as history is its end product, myth.

The soul is a garden where thoughts bloom like flowers.

真相不在言语中，而在它们之间的沉默里。