夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
Not what we have, but what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.
There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.
México es un país de espejos rotos, donde cada fragmento refleja una realidad distinta.
我相信建筑是一门实用艺术。要成为艺术,它必须建立在必要性的基础上。