Writing is a voice that calls us from dreams, that peeks out of the corner of our eyes when we think no one is looking, the longing that breaks our hearts even when we think we should be happiest, and to which we cannot give a name.

写作是一种声音，它从梦中召唤着我们，当我们认为没有人在看我们时，它从我们的眼角向外窥视，它是一种渴望，即使当我们认为自己应该是最幸福的时候，它也会让我们心碎，对此我们无法给出一个名字。