The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

我慢慢地把水桶提到井栏上。我把它稳稳地放在那里。我的耳朵里还响着辘轳的歌声。依然还在晃荡的水面上，我看见太阳的影子在跳动。

I’m not a guy that’s going to let my love for my drive down.

"A poet is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him."

辩论的艺术是使较差的理由显得更好的艺术。

一切都是旧的。没有别的。曾经尝试过，曾经失败过。没关系。再试一次。再失败一次。失败得更好一点。

我不是那种会让对我传奇的爱减少的人。