A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind, with neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish for yet another summer, yet another winter.
They don't want one's face to change. But my face will not conform. It insists on changing often. That's a necessity. | If you listen carefully to your inner voice, you'll find a way. I always have to seek it too, day after day. | 生命只有去爱才有意义|Surprising facts: 1)四十岁才开始学画画;2)黑塞竟然认识荣格(破次元壁了)不过也 make sense他文字里有那么多内省以及合一的概念——我在万物之中