敲响那些还能敲响的钟，忘记你那完美的祭品。万物皆有裂痕，那是光照进来的地方。
Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
把灯笼背在背上的人，有黑影遮住前路。
Escribir es una forma de amar, de acariciar las palabras hasta que se conviertan en algo más que palabras.
我只是尽力做到最好。
The biggest lie we tell ourselves is “I don‘t need to write this down because I will remember it.”
In every word of a true writer, there is a piece of their soul, a fragment of their eternal quest for truth.
Thought travels faster than light, for it traverses time dimensions in an instant.
