I realized my dad was a person when I was 19 or 20 y.o. Before that I thought he was a magician, a giant, the last survivor of a kind and gentle people or the sun moon and stars. He practiced maintenance on that which couldn’t be maintained, he saved love, he loved peace, he left quietly.
我十九、二十岁的时候才意识到，我的父亲也是个人。在那之前，我一直觉得他是个魔术师，一个巨人，一个善良温和的民族最后的幸存者，或者说是日月星辰。他守护着那些无法守护的事物，他守护着爱，他热爱和平，他静静地离开了。
