To Whom It May Concern

我喜欢在清晨五点漫步在空荡荡的街道上，
我喜欢和流浪者讨论这个荒谬的世界，
我喜欢看着太阳从沉睡的世界中缓缓升起，
我喜欢和陌生人有一番哲思对话。

我经常犯错，
也喜欢把事情搞砸，
但我正在努力学习接受我的弱点。

大多数的时候我根本不在乎别人对我创作的评价，
这是我的生活记录，是我对艺术的看法。
但有些时候，我又渴望有一个人可以透过文字看清本质，
我只想对Ta一个人有意义。

我底层悲观，但对未来又充满了希望，
因为我还活着，
活着，就拥有一切。

我爱笑，我爱闹，珍视微小的美好。
像是阴雨天一杯咖啡上的热气，
在街道转角看到情侣在拥抱。

我喜欢又讨厌人类，
因为无法理解他们的动机和行为，
他们也没法理解我，
或者说我宁愿拒人千里之外。

我20岁的时候从中国搬到新西兰，
30岁又从奥克兰搬到伦敦再到里斯本，
去过我想要的生活，
成为我想成为的人。

我走遍了四大洲但没有一处可以称之为家，
但却在创作中建立了自己的根基，
我遇到的每个人对我来说都是世界。

我还在路上，也不知道究竟要去何方，
我想把生命活成艺术，
把我的存在变成一首诗歌。
尽管艰难，
却因为真实而美丽。

- 2021.09.08
​于里斯本听着Fado速写下此时此刻的感受

I love strolling on an empty street at five o’clock in the morning.
I love discussing the absurdity of the world with wanderers.
I enjoy watching the sunrise, slowly waking up the sleeping world.
I enjoy having random philosophical conversations with strangers.


I make mistakes.
I mess things up.
I invite chaos to my life,
And then self-sabotage with cries.
I’m on a journey to accept my weaknesses,
Forgive others and myself at the same time.


Sometimes I don’t care what people say about my works.
It’s a record of how I see the world.
Sometimes, I long for someone to see through my art.
I only want to mean something to a special person's heart.


I laugh a lot, and prank even more.
I cherish tiny happiness in the world.
Like the hot air on a cup of coffee on a rainy day;
Or couples hug and kiss at the airport.


I have a pessimistic mind but an optimistic heart.
I love and hate humans at the same time.
Their motives and behaviours confused me a lot.
They can’t understand my intuition either.
Sometimes, I'd rather stay away from the crowd
And keep people out.


I moved from China to New Zealand in my 20s.
Then left Auckland to London now to Lisbon at 30s.
I’ve travelled to four continents.
But there is no place I could call home.
I’m always being a Christmas orphan,
But never thought my loneliness is a misfortune.
Through content creation,
I found my roots and built relations.


I am still on the road.
I don’t know life's next episode.
I want to turn my existence into a poem.
I want my life to become an exquisite art.
Though the path is destined to be hard,
Through authenticity, I could find my truth.


08/09/2021
​Lisbon