【26.7.26/纪念画&作品集/682P】Koviry

The rain didn’t ask permission.

Neither did the river.

Sixteen moons rose while we waited.

Sixteen nights of not knowing…until bad news come.

But I hope somewhere quiet, she’s still painting — still chasing light through the trees, like always…

Don’t cry for me here.

I only went looking for the next thing to paint.

At the end…

“You Found Me”

So Paint your next sky.

Play your next song.

Don’t stop living for me.

I’ll be in the color, in the music still here, just quieter now