※ 引述《kurage306 (凛)》之铭言： ::anyone wanna share their loved quotes:) ...song is existence. Easy for the god. But when do we exist? And when does he spend the earth and the stars on our being? When we love? That's what you think when you're young; not so, though your voice forces open your mouth, - learn to forget how you sang. That fades. Real singing is a different kind of breath. A nothing-breath. A ripple in the god. A wind. - From the Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by David Young I came across this passage a few years ago in Margaret Atwood's Negotiating with the Dead, a book about the process of writing. I consider it one of the most beautiful and unforgettable pieces I've ever come across... --

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