I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.
我不知道为什么人们期望艺术要有意义。他们接受了生活没有意义的事实。
I am not a hero, I am just an ordinary person.
The world is always ending for someone.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.