If a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.
只要爱人的面容仍铭刻于心,世界就还是你的家。《我的名字叫红》
The writer's task is not to judge, but to understand.
诗人的心必须向天堂所有的风敞开。
In the wild, you have to trust your instincts. They are your best guide.