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.
我想起了其他的浮泛在生与死与爱以及被遗忘的川流上的的时代,我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
诗歌之美在于:它说出了无法言说之事。
过去不是一个固定的点,而是一个随着每次重述而变化的流动记忆。
勇气是能站起来侃侃而谈。勇气也是能坐下来静静倾听。
The past is always carried into the present by small things.