Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.
生活，并没有幸福可言。生活，就是带着痛苦的自我穿行在尘世中。然而存在，存在就是幸福。存在是变成一个喷水池，任由万物如温暖的雨水，倾落其中。