真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子,你怎么扯,怎么拽,总也不够,踢也好,打也好,它总也盖不住我们,从我们哭着降生到我们奄奄一息,它只会盖住你的脸,不管你如何痛苦,不管你如何痛苦,如何叫喊。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten,and I feel the freedom of passing away.
I don't sing because I'm happy. I'm happy because I sing.