有时我在想上帝会不会原谅我们对彼此所做出的一切然后我环顾四周意识到上帝离开这片土地很久了(Sometimes,I am wandering if god will forgive us for what we've done to each other. And I look around and I realize God left this place long time ago.)”
we have worlds beyond the worlds, we have mountains beyond the mountains, yet the legend is always the same, yet death is never the truth, but the limitation, yet death is never the limitation, but the only metaphor. If I write rose, it blooms in my hand; If I die, I am the flesh of void.