Poetry is the language of the soul, spoken in the rhythm of the heart.
Every word is a step towards understanding, but also towards confusion.
每个故事都是一场追寻,而每场追寻都是一个故事。
世界充满了诗意。空气中弥漫着它的精神;波浪随着它的旋律舞动,在它的光辉中闪耀。
We are not bodies that temporarily have souls. We are souls that temporarily have bodies.