The handheld behavior of my life pen,
If I spread my white sheet,
I want to paint one by one,
Smiling hearts,
Colorful flow rate,
The dolphins fill the border,
Water basin drops when it rains,
Tickled rainbows in the loopholes.
If only the pen hovered,
When white continues to disappear,
Only the colors fill the space,
My bargain is much less,
Unlike what was designed,
Unlike what is seen,
The requested black color coming,
Feeling like my paintings throw away.
The new sheet,
Old paintings often haunt me,
Painting behavior of natural beauty,
I felt almost drowned,
Behavior choose a carefree color,
All swapped into charcoal,
This torn painting behavior,
Feels just deceiving themselves~

regards @parlo