The work of art is a trace of the sacred.

Life never exists on its own, but accompanied by loneliness. Whether we are born, we grow up, we fall in love or we succeed and fail, until the end, loneliness exists in a corner of life like a shadow.

The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealised past.

他一次浸浴看到浴缸溢出的水与自身的重量相等，从而证明了皇帝的皇冠被渗入杂质。