My flower is ephemeral, and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left on my planet, all alone!
我的花生命是短暂的,她只有四根刺可以保护自己,抵御世界,我却将她独自留在我的星球上了!
The only limits we have are the ones we set for ourselves.
我不需要许可来闪耀。
I think art is a way of keeping the fear of death at a distance.