你没有看到这朵花时，这朵花和你的心一样寂静；当你看到这朵花时，这朵花的颜色便立刻鲜明起来。

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

I believe in art as a form of resistance.