To my little birdy----Michelle, for memory

These are two small drawings on 100% pure cotten for the memory of my young and hopeless love.  

When I think back about my young and hopeless love, I feel no sorrow and pain, instead, only a little bit sentimental.  I don't care about the result anymore, only the process accounts. The process of pain, joy, grown-up, and the whole set of experience. 

A song from Westlife The Seasons in the Sun, gave me another kind of feeling...

To my little birdy----Michelle, for memory  

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Good bye Michelle my little one 
You gave me love and 
Helped me find the sun 
And every time that I was down 
You would always come around 
And get my feet back on the ground 

Good bye Michelle it's hard to die 
When all the birds are 
Singing in the sky 
Now that the spring is in the air 
With the flowers everywhere 
I wish that we could both be there 

We had joy we had fun 
We had seasons in the sun 
But the hills that we climbed 
Were just seasons out of time 

We had joy we had fun 
We had seasons in the sun 
But the wine and the song 
Like the seasons have all gone 

We had joy we had fun 
We had seasons in the sun 
But the wine and the song 
Like the seasons have all gone 

We had joy we had fun 
We had seasons in the sun 
But the wine and the song 
Like the seasons have all gone