我的话在她心中：冰冷的抛光石头沉入沼泽。
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
The poet is the guardian of silence.
每天我都发现越来越多的美好事物，这足以让人疯狂。
Truth is not a single point but a constellation of perspectives.
上帝等待着人在智慧中重新获得童年。