am a willful childMaybeMy mother was spoiled childI willfulnessHopefullyEvery momentIs as beautiful as crayonsHopefullyIn the beloved white paint onDraw the clumsy freeDraw a neverWatery eyesA piece of the skyA sky plumage and leavesA green night and applesI want to paint in the morningDraw down the dewTo see you smileAll the youngestLove without painShe had never seen cloudsHer eyes are the color of the skyShe looked at me foreverForever, look atWill not be suddenly turned toI want to paint the distant sceneryDraw the horizon and the water is clearDraw many happy CreekDraw down the hillCovered with light hairI let them get very closeLet them fall in loveLet every acquiescenceEach a silent spring.Have become a little birthdayI want to paint the futureI haven't seen her, also may notBut I know she's beautifulI painted her coat of autumnUnder the burning candle painting and maple leavesPainted many because love herAnd out of the heartDraw the weddingDraw the early wake up one dayThe glass wrappers aboveAnd the fairy tales illustrationsI am a willful childI want to wipe all the unfortunateI think in the earthDraw a full windowLet all accustomed to the dark eyesAre used to lightI want to draw the windDraw a frame under a higher than the mountainsDraw down the East national desirePainting under the seaBoundless pleasant voiceFinally, on the paper's cornerI want to do myselfDraw a koalaHe sat in the dark jungle VitoriaSitting quietly on a branchIn a dazeHe had no homeNo one in the distanceHe is only, manyDreams like berriesWith big eyesI hopeIn thoughtBut I don't know whyI haven't gotten a crayonDon't get a color momentI only have meMy fingers and painOnly tear the sheetsThe beloved whiteLet them go looking for a butterflyLet them vanish from todayI am a childA kid spoiled by my motherI willfulness