Sam

My heart is filled with the wind—coming quietly, leaving quietly, and leaving behind an endless space. It is memories, it is melancholy, it is longing, it is sorrow. With these, I awaken the sleeping pigments, spreading them across my canvas to paint my emotions. No one understands it—only I do.

我的心填滿了風，悄悄地來又悄悄地走，留下了無限的空間。是回憶，是惆悵，是思念，是傷感。我用這些喚醒沉睡的顏料，塗抹了我的畫布，畫上我的情感，沒人看的懂，只有我自己。