The little flower lies in the dust。 It sought the path of the butterfly。
小花睡在塵土里，它尋求蝴蝶走的路。
The night is a mirror, and it shows you what you’re afraid of.
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
I am fascinated by the complexity of human relationships.