The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
跳舞着的流水呀,在你途中的泥沙,要求你的歌声,你的流动呢。你肯挟跛足的泥沙而俱下么?
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
I’m not afraid to speak my mind, even if it’s unpopular.
每个小镇都有自己的幽灵,每个幽灵都有自己的故事。
The poet is the conscience of the nation.