当初离开并非是为了什么理想,对艺术的热爱远没有到非此不可的地步。不知道自己到底想要什么,但清楚笃定地知道自己不想要什么。年轻的我最害怕的不是死去,而是从未真正活过。对于觉醒之后的抉择,我至今不悔。我想,我只有写出那些淤积在心底的东西,我的漂泊才能有所皈依。当初那些如同星星一般,只能使我仰望着的人,如今得以走近,见识。我明白,多少荣 Had not left for the ideal, the love of art is far from impossible. I do not know what I really want, but I know with certainty that I do not want anything. The young I’m most afraid of is not dead, but never really lived. After the awakening of the choice, I still regret. I think, I only write down those things deposited in my heart, my drift can be converted. Those who, just as stars, can only make me look up, are now approached and witnessed. I understand how much glory