I think it is in the nature of poetry to be always hinting at something beyond what is actually said.
死者离我们从不遥远。他们在我们心中,在我们脑海里,最终将我们与他们分隔开的不过是一口气息,最后一缕空气。
作家是那种教会自己思想不守规矩的人。
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.