時間，誠實得令人難以招架；日子來不及數就過去了。
來不及兌現的事、來不及變老的人、來不及說的話；
原本是種遺憾；攢足了遺憾，變成留白的美。


大概很難再有個40載歲月。
總想留點什麼或做點什麼事也逐漸隨時間淡然。
視野，務實了；腰桿，懂得彎曲了；
只有夢想，依然天真著…


熱情所在就是心之所向，在夢想的國度是自由的。
意念是藏不住的，我想用微弱的一點天份
將平凡無奇的點妝些樂趣，帶來些賞心悅目。


每當思索、記載、描繪生命的無來自無去向
其實，我彷彿才真正著地活著。

Time is honest to an overwhelming degree; days pass before we can even count them.
Things we didn’t live up to, people who didn’t get the chance to grow old, words left unsaid;
They were originally a form of regret; but as regrets accumulate, they turn into a beauty of blank space.

It is probably hard to have another 40 years of life.
The urge to leave something behind or do something has also gradually faded with time.
Vision has become pragmatic; the spine has learned to bend;
Only dreams remain naive…

Where passion lies is where the heart goes, and in the kingdom of dreams, one is free.
Intentions cannot be hidden. I want to use my bit of weak talent
To add some fun to the ordinary and bring something pleasing to the eye.

Whenever I ponder, record, and depict the coming from nowhere and going to nowhere of life,
In fact, I feel as if I am truly living on solid ground.