世界是一本书，不旅行的人只读了一页。

我的作品不是关于毁灭，而是关于创造的可能性。

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.

请你允许我告诉你，我是多么热烈地敬慕你和爱你。