"What language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question." "What language is thy answer, O sky?" "The language of eternal silence." “沧海,你用的是哪种语言?” “永不止息的探问。” “苍天,你用的是哪种语言?”
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night——it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 创造的隐秘 夜晚无穷无尽的黑暗 已知的虚幻 早晨的雾气飞快消散