They we're my fails on wheel. They we're meant to be cups, but I could't even make a proper one. It hurts me to bin them, so I decided to keep them. Then I learnt from Picasso: "What is beauty anyway? There's no such thing"
我合起双手 绽放色彩 候你归来
它们 是我转盘上的失败 曾经 因为我想做的 是个杯子