Runtian Wu

I consider myself a poem, riding on leaves and fragrance to the ends of the earth. 把自己当成一首诗，乘着落叶与花香，伴随你走到海角天涯。

Lilac dreams, golden skies — I want to hide in this place. 我想躺在这里，躺在丁香花的梦里。

Who can discern what separates the “grand” from the “ordinary”? 谁又能分辨，是什么隔开了“伟大”与“平常”？

May the clouds keep their voices and faces, so those searching the horizon can see familiar eyes among the stars. 希望云际留下他们的音容，让天边寻觅的人，在星星里也能看到熟悉的眼睛。

One should have a space to dodge life — this should be an inherent human right. 人应该有躲避生活的空间，这是人与生俱来的权利。

Might as well smear our faces with mud and become those boys and girls again. 不如涂上满脸泥巴，再成为那个男孩女孩。

Alone you climb the highest hill by the sea, turning your back on the road travelled — this is your direction. 独自走上海边最高的山头，背对着来过的路，这便是你的方向。

Outside the painting, people admire the London within; inside the painting, London admires the people without. 画外的人欣赏画中的伦敦，画中的伦敦欣赏画外的人。