I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to live.
舌头如利刀,杀人不流血;熟练之人手中的言语比武士手中的武器造成的伤害更大。
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.