gone with the wind are not only your tears,
it is this world too.
love and hatred cross in the sanctury,
only in dreams can they be seen,
like the frost,
time freezes at your fingertips.
covered by ashes is not only your memory,
it is this space too.
the weaved curves by your crimson dress,
held my reluctance to let go,
yet my tears are telling farewell,
because in this moment,
time has fallen to pieces...
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probably not the most popular kind of image, but i'd still like to post it because i'm pretty human, and don't really dig commercialism. i prefer to show my improvements over time, good or the weaker works, or the deemed unpopular styles to the general public, i'll post them.
mostly painter, some photoshop. translated my writing from chinese into english with the help of *zemotion, some essence may be lost but i hope you can feel from the image.