When I was young, I was in the same studio, and every stroke of my painting was the focus of my youth.
After a high school year, we meet again after a long absence, and the warmth of the sun breaks into the coldness and tenderness.
We thought we would walk a long way together, but we got separated at the university intersection.
Until a national painter competition, the two met on the same stage again.
Old paintings are brought up again, old friends are reunited, and this time, I don't want to let go.
Intention: I always thought that we would never meet again, but we met again