Eternal Life, Loneliness Throughout

The ultimate charm of history may be that it always asks: "What are human beings creating and what are they forgetting?" When we stand in front of the Dunhuang murals and see the paradise world painted in the darkness by the painters of the Tang Dynasty; or read the notes of the survivors of the Hiroshima nuclear bombing and touch the handwriting of those who tried to rekindle hope in the ruins - at that moment, the boundaries between the past and the present suddenly melt. History is no longer dust in old papers.