我们都是我们经历、记忆和我们讲述给自己的故事的拼凑物。
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
“最终,我们都只是我们对自己和他人讲述的故事的片段。”
你永远无法知晓一切,而你所知的一部分总是错误的。