What is painting? What is a dream? Just wishful thinking. Even if I have been chasing and searching for half my life, happiness is happiness and sadness is sadness, and they have never crossed paths. Just like that distant time and space, it is just my beautiful attachment. I have laughed for half my life and been tired for half my life. I have thought many times, did those wonderful stories really never happen? Do the people I miss really exist? I love painting, because in painting I can be imaginative and fearless. I am also afraid of painting, because in the painting, it is me, stripped of my cocoon. Go ahead! One day, we will meet again. At that time, I can tell you with a smile that I have learned to be strong!