I'm a hopeless romantic and I think that's what makes my heart beat.
The more an artist disappears, the more his work appears.
四月是最残忍的月份,从死去的土地里培育出丁香,把回忆和欲望混合,又用春雨搅动迟钝的根芽。
人是唯一拒绝成为自己的生物。