First person essay: decadent and sensitive painter vs. Bright singer
open your eyes
Facing the thick and dark world
Outside the narrow window is spring scenery
In the chaotic emotions, the world is turned upside down
I climbed up the stairs to touch my past
Bright and will not wither
You will bloom like a rose in the cold morning
I will sing like a nightingale into the distant tomorrow
Redemption to be, please be careful, it is an expansion of the article in be88 next door, so if you read that one first, you will be spoiled.
Concept: Nightingale and Rose