Even though she has an alluring appearance, she cannot withstand the ups and downs of her fate. She is a late bloomer, a night pearl in the alley of fireworks and willows, and a dazzling star in the Paris art gallery. However, she has always been indifferent, neither sad nor happy, except for him - the person who took her out of the mud, but also led her into the rainy alley. An oil-paper umbrella couldn't hold two people leaning against each other, because their hearts gradually drifted apart. At this moment, she was alone in the studio, but she had not started to paint, just because even if she painted the most shocking work, no one would really appreciate it.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and a hint of saltiness spread from the corners of her lips throughout her body.
"You taught me equality, you taught me freedom, why, why do you want me to know this, why let me go, why don't you come to see me... Do you know? I want to draw a picture for you, and there is only you in the picture, but I can only remember you sixteen years ago, thick Thick eyebrows and eyes, resolute but free and unrestrained; high bridge of nose, straight but delicate; thin lips, showing affection and sweet words, no, no, none of them. They didn't even want to leave me a kind word, not even a word of retention, but they were left with eyes full of reluctance..."
Unknowingly, she was already in tears, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She was smiling because of the light and shadow he left behind. For sixteen years, she, who was supposed to be a mother, was destined to be alone all her life, and now that person was no longer alive. Why is the wind so biting today? It turns out that winter mornings in Paris are so chilly.