The unconscious is a piece of Nature our mind cannot comprehend.
潜意识是大自然的一部分,我们的心理无法领悟它。
Literature is the voice of the silent, the light in the darkness.
I love flowers so much that I could kiss them, but I know if I did, they would wither and die.
I don’t know what I want. I am inconsistent, non-committal, passive; I like the indefinite, the boundless, and I like continual uncertainty.