The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

我们都只是路过，只留下影子。

海洋是生命的摇篮，也是人类未来的希望，我们要像对待母亲一样呵护她。