We are all ghosts of ourselves, haunting the places we once lived.
我们都是自己的幽灵,徘徊在我们曾经生活过的地方。
The more you can see, the more you can feel.
Every tree planted today is a promise to tomorrow.
他的诗,如同几何圆规般,画著圆,时而亲密贴近,时而广及全球,唯一不变的是,圆规的尖端总是插定在囚室里。