A hundred years ago,
He painted my eyebrows with great care.
He caressed my brows with great tenderness.
He told me his love and affection.
He and I face each other every day, and we are deeply affectionate.
That year when he came back from a trip, he was holding another person's hand.
The man looked at me and said: Is the person in this painting me?
He answered sweetly with a smile: Exactly. The man looked at me in surprise and said:
Why do I think the person in the painting is crying?
The next day, a fire broke out in the study for no apparent reason, and my smile went up in flames.
A wisp of obsession lingers for a long time, wandering around the world, and only wants to be a human being for the rest of his life.
A hundred years later, the world has changed and reincarnation has been forgotten. Who remembers a painting fairy?
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I write according to my heart, I don't know how long it will be, but it will definitely be finished!
The inspiration comes from the song of the same name, you can listen to it.
Thanks.