Her paintings always carry lingering sadness, like the sea at night, silent and profound.
She grew up in a gray rain curtain, and she once thought that the world was left with only loneliness and indifference, until he broke into her canvas - painting her with some light with his warm eyes. The pen tip of fate has already quietly carved cracks.
In her paintings are the dark streets, the wet silence under the umbrella, the cold windows on winter nights, and the pupils in the sky that suddenly dimmed on the day her mother left.
His diary contains the warmth of spring, the first ray of sunshine after the snow, the slight trembling of his heart when he saw her, and the countless times he wanted to reach out, but stopped at the reality of his struggle.
He wrote poems about her in his diary, and she traced him on canvas. He said: "You painted sadness and also the tenderness of the world." She smiled and said: "If tenderness really exists, it must be you."
Tragedy lurks silently beneath every line. When the last painting was completed, she realized that it was their farewell letter. Paintings will eventually weather, and diaries will eventually turn yellow. He tried his best, but still couldn't pull her back from the abyss of fate. In the last painting, she painted him, with gentle eyes and a smile on her lips, but he would never know that this time, she did not leave herself behind.
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