作品
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 pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker.
我的作品不是要让人看懂，而是要让人感受到。
My work is not to be understood, but to be felt.#我的作品不是要让人看懂，而是要让人感受到。
The work of art is a fragment of the cosmos.
The work of art is a whisper of the absolute.
The work of art is a trace of the eternal.
The work of art is a fragment of the divine.
The work of art is a whisper of the cosmos.
The work of art is a trace of the invisible.
The work of art is a fragment of the absolute.
The work of art is a spark of the eternal.
The work of art is a map of the soul.
The work of art is a seed of the future.
The work of art is a wound that heals.
The work of art is a whisper of the divine.
The work of art is a bridge between worlds.
The work of art is a cry in the night.
The work of art is a fragment of eternity.