These pieces are based on the stokes of my own hands, derived from my heart's own feelings and produced by my own mind. Emotions are like the gushing river, let it flow, let it free and let people see its blue waves, feel its coldness.
The red ones turn yellow And yellows turn white, Once bright and shiny then There will be no light. Laughter and smiles will be Memory in the past. As well as friends and foes They will never last.
The raging sea waves will calm After the storm. In the future, the always 'Unacceptable' will be the norm Pretty, unblemish faces Will wrinkle soon, For even the stars shed its colour Also the moon.
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