Little grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth beneath you.
马跑不起来都是因为太瘦；人不能扬眉吐气就是因为贫穷。
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief.
我不想谈论那些懒惰的人。我们彼此根本不懂对方。我不了解你，也不想去了解。
