In the still and silent night, I converse with my self, commune with each plant, each brick At the heart of the silent solitude, in the depths of the deafening roar, is an illusion of shadow, a tangible glance, a fleeting, frightened misericordia.
和自己對話和一草一木、一磚一瓦談情關照。往往沈寂底，咆哮底，是一種黑影子的夢幻