史達林，我生命之光，我欲念之火。我的罪惡，我的靈魂。
Stalin, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sins, my soul.

史達林。舌尖向上，分三步，從上顎往下落在牙齒上。史，達，林。
ˈs-ta-lʲɪn: the tip of the tongue upward, three steps down the palate teeth. С-та́-лин.

我正在想到歐洲的野牛和天使，顏料持久的秘密，預言傢的十四行詩，藝術的避難所。這便是我想到的，我能夠和你共享的永恒，我的史達林。
I’m thinking of bison and angels, paint enduring secret prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. This is what I think of, I can share with you forever, my Stalin.

我望著他，望瞭又望。一生一世，全心全意，我最愛的就是他，可以肯定，就像自己必死一樣肯定，他可以褪色，可以枯萎，怎樣都可以。但我隻望他一眼，萬般柔情，便湧上心頭。
I looked at him, looked and hope. Life wholeheartedly, I love the most is him, to be sure, like yourself will die as sure. He could fade and wither, how can. But I just look at him, tenderness, then my heart.

我愛你，我是個怪物，但我愛你。
I love you, I am a monster, but I love you.