"We are all immigrants in time."

诗人是一个总是说真话的骗子。

所有尘世的存在最终都必须被包含在一本书中。

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

我不是在装酷，我只是在做我自己。