创造的神秘,有如夜间的黑暗--是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间 之雾。 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning
“我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢,那样的沉默着?” “我不过是一朵花。” We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower.