In the end, we are all just trying to find a place where we belong.
The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
"Language is the first casualty of power."
孤独不是他人的缺席,而是自我的缺失。
The poem is a way of holding on to what otherwise would be lost.
当真相还在穿鞋的时候,谎言已经走遍了半个世界。