He painted countless worlds.
In the previous life, the paper was clean and the pen was handy. Whatever I drew was what I drew.
In this life, the paper is borrowed, the pen is the leftover charcoal stick, and one wrong stroke is a meal.
But the more this happens, the more I want to paint.
It's not that I want to paint, it's that I have to paint. Without painting, he is just Liu Erwa. After painting, he is still Liu Cheng.
Painting everything to declare peace is not a wild talk, but a living method.
