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How do you do it

Do what

How do you make them extremely moved by your works

You know how much effort I put into work

My design, my structure

Yet, they treat my work as a tree

Remembering it when it is sunny

You only make one person around them extremely and permanently quiet

Yet, It deeply moves them

Everytime! no matter how much they have seen your work

Why

It is not my doing

They have lived all their lives on a bridge

What do you think would move them?

What?

From time to time, I paint pictures with stories of the other side

These nomadic bridge people

You know they like to travel

Just like ants and their hills

Spiders and their corners

Birds and their trees

The Bridge people and their stories

That is how to create works that move them

I just saw him yesterday

I just spoke to her last night

The bridge people are moved by these stories

Because

Because

To them

They live on a bridge