You think a landscape painting holds nothing but a single family, yet it contains myriad wonders that can ensnare you beyond escape.
Who can believe in ghosts and gods? I know that in all the world, my brush alone reigns supreme.
I have painted all living things, all human passions, the grace of immortals, and demons and monsters, yet when it comes to you, I cannot add that final stroke.
You should not be stained by the ways of this world.
You belong in that serene painting, pure and carefree.
- - Just messing around. This is a ridiculous work written purely out of boredom.
