In the steel city, I see forests;
In people's hearts, I see grass and trees grow.
Now, memories of the past form my reality,
In my mind, the present is shaped by imagination and memory,
The line between reality and fantasy isn't clear,
Thus the world is granted infinite possibilities,
Like an endless wilderness.

On a canvas held by wooden frames,
A sanctuary where I feel secure,
Far from technology and solid reality,
With a brush in hand and paint on my fingertips,
The heart beats softly, close to humanity.

I've only just begun to grow,
Unsure of what it means to be human,
I paint small grass and big trees,
Hoping to see them clearly.

我总在钢铁城市里看到森林，在人心里看到生长的草木。现在是由过去的记忆组成，在脑内不断被意识加工，幻想，回忆，和现实的边界并不清晰，这才赋予世界无限的可能，像是无边的旷野。木条支撑的画布上，是一个安全的地方，离科技很远，离扎实坚硬的现实很远；画笔和油料在手里，与人心很近，柔软的砰砰跳着。我才刚刚长大，还不知道人到底该是怎样；我画小草和大树，希望能看看清他们的模样。