我只是想做我自己，不让任何事改变这一点。
The cowards never started, and the weak died along the way. That leaves us to continue our journey.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
描绘孤寂夜景，展现诗人独立苍茫的心境
