我不是事实,我是虚构。
The voice is an instrument that is inside you. It’s the only instrument that you can’t see.
The artist's role is to disturb the peace.
译文:现在我尝尽了忧愁的滋味,想说却又最终咽下。想说却又咽下,只能感叹一句 “天气凉爽好个秋天”!