I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

"The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there."

我根本不是摄影师，我只是一个使用摄影的人。

理解变化的唯一方式就是投身其中，随之而动，加入这场舞蹈。

文学，就像所有艺术一样，是对生活不足的告白。

Some birds is ultimately caged, because their feathers are just too bright, and when they fly away, you will sincerely congratulations>