Letter to Theo
Author: Van Gogh
Translation: Leaf Wind
Who the hell am I?
In the eyes of all sentient beings,
Maybe I'm an insignificant person,
A very eccentric man,
A boring and annoying person.
In this world,
Maybe not a little bit of my position,
Not now, and probably not in the future.
nutshell
I'm just a little bit of a little person.
Sitting silently on the lowest floor.
But so what?
Even if these are too real to be true,
In the coming day,
I still want to show the world a true self,
Let me show my work,
Let everyone know such a strange person,
Such a worthless man,
What was surging inside him.
this
Exactly what I dreamed of.
No matter how the world is,
This dream is more about love than hatred;
It's more about dwelling in inner peace,
And not just a momentary passion.
though
I am often trapped in the abyss of misery,
But deep down in my heart,
I can always have a little bit of tranquility,
A small portion and beauty,
There even seemed to be a small piece of music being chanted softly.
It's as I've often seen —
In one of the poorest huts,
In one of the most cluttered corners,
there
The most beautiful picture has always been born.
I'm drawn to that.
Attracted me all the way forward,
And it made me almost unable to resist...
Headline Number: Text Station (Ye Feng Original)
2018.11.1