To this day, it is true that I never became one of the great painters of history.

But every few paintings, one of them turns out fairly interesting.

There is still a hidden desire deep inside me telling me that one day I will paint something that art students will study, and that my name will be recorded in the history of art.

But I know now that I must not paint in order to become important.

I simply paint as well as I can.

Maybe that other thing will happen someday too.

But it is not my goal.

I keep walking, wondering whether I will have a child or not.

In any case, I have become an ordinary woman who is satisfied with her life.