The fleeting shadow reflects the frost like snow.
Sealed the eyebrow eye that is difficult to describe with a plain pen.
Smile will become the grave of time.
Gaze and turn around
Infinite panic
A thousand years of loneliness
You were born with bright eyes and always look around.
Whose heart reads your dreams at night?
The injury after laughing.
Dew should stay in the grass veins.
Whose heart is like a butterfly?
Give you an unforgettable spring day.
Ink silence
Carve your smile and bid farewell to your time.
Farewell is not forgetting.
Withered leaves
Tell your worries about the wind and willows.
Know your smile in silence
A century of conjecture appeared.
Absolutely original ~ published ~ written for Mona Lisa ~ ~ Freehand brushwork after laughing ~ ~