You look, did you see the cornfield there? I do not eat wheat, that is trashy to me, but you have a golden hair, wheat makes I remember you, I can fall in love with wind to play the sound of rippling wheat even.
你看，你看见那边的麦田了吗？我不吃麦子，那对我没用，可是你有一头金发，麦子使我想起你，我甚至会爱上风吹麦浪的声音。
幸福不是现成的，它来自于你自己的行动。
I paint the way I do because I want to come to terms with the world.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.