Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
忧愁在我心中沉寂平静,正如黄昏在寂静的林中。
The writer must be a smuggler of truths, a clandestine agent of freedom.
真相就像诗歌,而大多数人他妈的根本不喜欢诗歌。