If you cut off my right hand, I'll be better dead. Let me suicide, I won't even have enough tears to grief.
When I am 3, it is my childhood. When I am 6, it is my hobby. When I am 10, it is my ambition. When I turn 20, it will be my career. Approaching 60, it will be my life.
Every strokes & every lines, it amuses me, how can just a combination of black & white could be this amazing? Or the thickness & the fluency of ink pens, nothing is impossible.
Colours. It brings fantasy to life, every drop of ink combines into dreams, weaving out realistic collections bit by bit, creating motivations & inspirations to others.
I'll stop writing & continue weaving dreams.
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