站在一旁与完全参与之间的张力；这就是造就作家的原因。

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.

我不是为评论家做音乐，而是为人们做音乐。

过去并未死去，它甚至还未过去。