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I keep the light, but I can't keep you-Monet's love story
About the love between Monet and his wife Camille.

When we first met.

You pick mushrooms on the grass.

The moment of looking up

The light falls on your cheeks.

Gentleness is engraved in your eyes.

The smell of first love haunts us.

Put on a green suit

You are so charming and beautiful.

That was the first time I drew you.

I only want to draw you in my life.

Ever since I met you

The beauty of the world finally became concrete.

But romantic hallucinations

Deep love

Not as great as the disparity in family status.

After the struggle

Gorgeous green clothes

Actually, it's full of lice.

You accompany me to hug the bright moon

You watch the wind and rain with me.

I can't give you the best.

It's just that life is broken and displaced.

Watching you compete for food in the crowd

You finally understand.

Happy as a child.

but I ...

But it's not a taste in my heart

You did it for me.

Give everything.

I am like a heinous bad person.

Betrayed you deeply

Seriously hurt you

At the last moment of your life.

I choose to pick up the brush and palette.

Looking for the color left by death.

Looking forward to keeping your cheeks bright.

Trembling to write down the only intentional signature in this life.

I've been chasing light and shadow all my life.

Yes, I keep the light on.

But I can't keep you.

Since you left.

I never painted anyone else.

She is the one who really loves me.

She also became my wife.

She wants to be treated like you.

I compromised.

On the same hillside

Blowing the same wind

I asked her and her daughter to hold up the parasol.

Are my eyes bad?

While writing.

I stared at her deeply.

suddenly

Focus change

I saw you.

Just told me

The wind also sends me letters.

Yes, that's you.

I am in a hurry.

this time

I want to keep you, too

She found out.

Quietly tore up all the pictures about you

My heart seems to be torn apart by these paintings.

I will never paint portraits again.

I just want the rest of my life.

They all draw water lilies.

because

Water lilies are most like you.

because

Aren't you asleep, too?

A man is really dead.

Based on the death of the last person who loved her.

So as long as I live

You're not dead.

Don't forgive me

and

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