藝術(shù)的恐怖之處在于你不知道它會(huì)把你帶向何方。
I write to find out what I think.
When the gunpowder ignites, time stops.#當(dāng)火藥點(diǎn)燃的瞬間，時(shí)間就停止了。
The land doesn’t belong to us—we borrow it from future generations.