哈文（Havin Havin）足够热爱并且失去了足够的爱，我不再搜索，不再只是试图让疼痛感，试图成为一个柔软而坚固的家乡，真实的东西可以降落。今晚我也感到。但是很少有iface它足够直接地看到它是一个门into，无尽的berathth没有喘息
(Havin loved enough and lost enough,I'm no longer searching,just opening,no longer trying to make sense of painbut trying to be a soft and sturdy homein which real things can land.These are the irritationsthat rub into a pearl.So we can talk for a whilebut then we must listen,the way rocks listen to the sea.And we can churn at all that goes wrongbut then we must lay all distractionsdown and water every living seed.And yes, on nights like tonightI too feel along. But seldom do Iface it squarely enough to see that it's a doorinto the endless beraththat has no breather)