过去是一个跟随我们的影子，无论我们跑得多快。

译文：昨天还看见花开，今天就看见花落。花开花落本是无情的自然规律，别怪夜里风雨太狠——人生也是这样无常。

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.

I became insane， with long intervals of horrible sanity.

你知道的越多，你能知道的就越多。