有时候,我喜欢眼睁睁地看着时间,一秒一秒一秒一秒……地流逝我无所谓,我无能为力
Those out of sight, are they really not there? Those remembered, will they last forever?
在自己面前应该一直留有一个地方,然后去爱。
I no longer have to do without now,all colors are translated into soumds and smells.and they ring infinitely sweet like tones.Why should I need a book?The wind leafs through the trees;and I know what passes there for words,and sometimes repeat them softly.And Death,who plucks eyes like flowers,doesn't find my eyes......