I've heard a lot of compliments in my life, but only one person has ever truly complimented my black hair. That is my young love, a daisy that never fades.
I'm old, and I can't stand it anymore. Sometimes, I really want to tell my story. No, it's not the ordinary stories you can see in my memoirs. It's my love story, my only love story.
I am a painter, I said, and the story begins.
Intention: Cherish