I like to use a paint brush to tell you my never-ending stories…
I carry the paint brush,
To fly over the endless universe,
Searching every new, strange, and mysterious event…
The paint brush is my wing,
Freely flying and dancing…
Color is my fairy,
Following me to travel…
I use a paint pallet to draw up the mysterious language,
I use a paint brush to draw up paragraphs of the stories,
Converting instant into forever…
I bring you to my secret world,
Letting you read the secret codes of my heart… - Translated by Wendy Nguyen -