释义：善良如同四季常青的松树，邪恶如同娇艳的花朵。从表面上看，花朵似乎比松树更美丽，但当遇到风霜时，松树依然挺立，而花朵却凋零了。

The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory. They are forgotten. And the living, too, will be forgotten.

I believe that a truly talented person will not be buried.

Art is a way to give form to the invisible.