过去是一个谜，我们都在试图拼凑它。
The past is a puzzle, and we are all trying to piece it together.
He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.
音乐让我找到了自己，也让我认识了世界。
当观众带来他们自己的解释时，艺术品就完成了。
My characters are not innocent. They know too much.