This watercolor painting of sorts reminds me of a lady named Lolita.
It really puzzled me for years why she hated me so much.
I was just a young, carefree teenager who appreciate passion and honesty.
She once saw me drawing a lady (like I almost always do) and
she bluntly told me to stop doing what I do.
Out of respect and puzzlement, I did what she told me to do.
I can never forget that moment, among all those moments
when she enjoyed looking at me with those piercing eyes
- she hated me so much, I don't know why.
So to you Lolita, wherever you may be, I forgive you.
But you don't stop me from doing what I love.
