My life on a daily basis
It revolves around art
I love cutting pieces of paper
Strings, cardboards, everything
Sometimes a star-shaped pattern, but never heart
Most of the time, they are just plain horizontal lines
for I don't have much time
Nevertheless, they're still pretty
I show it to my Dad, thinking he'd be proud
But he gets angry
He says I should get a life
I shouldn't focus on my art
He even tells me
It would not do me any good
He doesn't want my art
So I don't want Dad
I try to hide

Art, my life on a daily basis
It revolves around art
Whenever I feel lonely or sad
I paint on my favorite canvas
Sometimes it's blue, sometimes it's pure green, but never pink.
It is satisfyingly beautiful
But Mom reprimand me of painting
She says I should find purpose
She says Dad's right
They think they're both right
They look but they don't see
I need to hide my art, again

My life on a daily basis
It revolves around art
Until I met this guy
If I remember it clearly, it was December night
He understands my art
He even tells it's beautiful
And he's given me bracelets on my wrists
He tells me I didn't need my art to be pretty